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I’m Your Reader

Ndaba SibandaJanuary 13, 2020

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I'm Your Reader

written by: Ndaba Sibanda

Let your accuracy be my delicacy
Play with them for the meanings
And notable tinkles and twinkles

Let your words be the guiding torch
Whose light will shine on the moods
That soar and roar between the lines

I am your booklover, let me love your lovely lyrics
Feel their potency run riot & romance your poetry
Let me hear cheers cheep and witness tears transfer

I am your reader, let me wolf every well-placed ‘wow’ word
My avid ears yearn for an orchestra of connotations and echoes
Emotions and intentions; engage my imagination and intellect

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Ndaba Sibanda

Ndaba`s poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. He was nominated for the 2019 Pushcart Prize in Poetry.

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