#ThursPoetry: Richard Farekaye – Tis old leaves, tis old air

#ThursPoetry is back this week, in partnership with our friends at Gourd of Consciousness, for brand new Zimbabwean original poems.

Richard Farekaye aka Richie is a 23-year-old poet. Born and raised in Dzivaresekwa, Harare. He pens poems that touch on class struggle, the environment and gender based violence. He is currently a fourth year student at the Midlands State University where he is studying towards a Bachelor of Science Honours degree in Media and Society Studies. He can be followed on twitter @TheMediaGuy and on instagram @richie_says_

POEM
Title: Tis old leaves, tis old air

I look out through the misty window pane
To a world full of light and sparks.
Too bad non are flying my way.
As the bells ring, the sound is forever distant.
Tis new leaf, tis old air.
As i look through the frosty window pane,
With my bare cheeks on the cold floor;
I realise how lonely the wispers of the air relate to me.
Forever mindful of others joy
Yet non concerned in return.
Tis new leaf, tis old air.
I comfort myself with the vibrations of a thundering floor which stampedes towards me with fervor and verve.
Those are the footsteps of my pending troubles which a virgin year sets to bestow.
Tis my districting from loneliness and ridicule
And thou’st shall be my companion till old leaves fall
And new leaves sprawn in this same old air.
Till such times arrive,
Tis just me and my problems.