Monday, 25 November 2013

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.





Monday, 18 November 2013

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!

Monday, 11 November 2013

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