Crystal Nights

Love is such a powerful emotion and tender, romantic love is so very difficult to express.  In this poem I've attempted to portray the congruity and incongruity of the state of being called 'love'.  I can't remember where I found the picture so can't acknowledge it I'm afraid...

Crystal Nights

Shouted whispers and silent cries
Tell of my love for you
Yet still
I hide away
Within my sincerity
Within the strands of my intuition
As my Mind touches your Mind
As my Soul senses your Soul

Muted hues and vibrant shadows
Portray my love for you
Yet still
I hide away
Within my timidity
Within the filament of my unconsciousness
As my Hands hold your Hands
As my Body embraces your Body

Crystal nights and Opal lights
Bring my love to you
Yet still
I hide away
Within my honesty
Within the filigree of my conscious
As my heart throbs to your Heart
As my life breathes your Life.

Into My Past

Into my Past

First Passport at 16

If I were to look

Back into my past
What would I see?

A multitude of 

Hopeful

Cheerful 

Interludes

Dusted with

The Unremarkable 

Drum Majorette Uni Natal PMB

Would I change it?

The past

I see? 

The Unremarkable?

No!

Not now!

Not ever!

That boy

The loves

Lost
Along the way

Strengthen

Establish me

The mistakes 

I've made

Teach me 

My life

The day with Mom & Dad

Even more

Than

That

The loves

Gone

The lives

Lost

On being a Mom

The Unremarkable
Will not 

Ever

Nor 

Can it 

Ever

Return

National Secretary of the Year

If I were to look

Back into my past 

What would I see? 

Myriad buoyant

Joyful intervals

Many more familiar

Unexceptional phases

Representing South Africa in the US

Would I change it?

The past

I know?

The Unremarkable?

No!

Not now!

Not ever!

Into my past - 40 years apart

For my past 
Is

Me!

PENDULUM

For my friends and family who live in the Northern Hemisphere and are in the throes of Autumn. This is for you...

PENDULUM

The late Autumn days

Wheezed

Into whispers of Wintry wisps

Transforming temperate breezes

Into sodden

Numbing

Pain

Shivering

Sensitive

Sentences

In Circadian

Sidereal time

As

Predictable

As

A

Pendulum

Pulse