THIS IS FOR YOU! You have the creative artistry gifts and have nowhere to showcase your talents? Well, that has all come to an end as I introduce what I call Amateur Thursdays on my blog where I will provide a platform for upcoming individuals with a talent of their own.
This segment will be open to all you upcoming designers, poets, chefs, rappers, singers and whatever knack you have been graced with! Each Thursdays I will feature an individual in every industry but with the talent that will somewhat blow all of us away (me too, obviously).
To kick off Amateur Thursdays, we will start off with some poetry. Something that will keep you at ease and provide you with some poetic sensation to soothe your inner soul with amazing words written by a talented individual of note.
Poet: Rudo Mathivha
Title: MY FINAL SLUMBER INCLINATION
My final slumber inclination
They say “life’s a journey” and I know the destination,
And that destination is fatality.
In my living moments
Journeys I have planned
And destinations I reached
Harsh and quiet wonders I captured
In pictures, heart and brain.
The journey of life is bizarre
It is never really planned
The end is chosen for you.
When my existence ends;
You will put in satin and silk
When I ever slept in is linen
You’ll beautify my room with bouquets of seductive scents
When I lived flowers I seldom received
Harsh make-up you’ll smear me with
A sight in my life never seen
You say I will eventually rise
If so then;
Put the shoes I really adored
So when I walk I display events of my youth
Swathe me in a black gown
The color I have a found life and peace
Drench me in “Lady Million or Lacoste Pink”
So that when I wake I am me.
Please minimal make-up.
My wreath let it be hydrangeas, peonies, tulips and snow queens.
Then in peace I shall rest.
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“Artistic self-indulgence is the mark of an amateur. The temptation to make scenes, to appear late, to call in sick, not to meet deadlines, not to be organized, is at heart a sign of your own insecurity and at worst the sign of an amateur.” – Harold Prince