The world appeared unhappy A place where I could lull And be outside of myself And see a sky so dull It happened that at times like this I’d sense something awry And wonder if I’d missed my time And ask the question; why But no-one wanted answers They knew not what to say And […]
Category: Musings & Personal
Limerick XX
Colour – it’s time to reflect On what defines us and the goals that we set Apartheid once ruled ‘Baasskap’* was the tool We are better, much better, than that *’Baasskap’ was the Afrikaans term used to describe white supremacy in South Africa during Apartheid rule.
Notes X
Why do we accept at base What is shown to us in lies Is it because whilst on the screen It’s right before our eyes Are we so shallow not to ask If what we see is true Would we prefer to leave slow thought To someone more like ‘you’
Haiku poetry VI
Broken wings Trees collide The river’s safe in bed
A scene
Time raced past midday to afternoon light and saw a glint in the sun on the field in the farm Smile dropped in – Joy came to stay and the dog said will anyone throw a ball and come play
Choice
I met her at a cafe she was on a common wall out of many one from behind the counter, standing tall She grew impatient quickly and asked me if I own my home No, I’m renting; I’d retort (what business was it of hers I thought) that’s personal – for me to know and me […]
Of character a face can tell
The camera shot me as I am And not as I had been – Was like the grass in time of drought Before rain turned it green. The bird appeared to be my friend Before he fell on me The ocean was azure blue – Dirt floated to the sea. As I recounted photos, past, […]
Lucky
It happened.finally.only yesterday I realised why Fires burned day and nighta day at the cinema changed my lifewe came home that day to a shell of a placepossessions lost – distraught, defaced. The rest of the war spent in another’s armsoutside London on a bourgeois farm.but where to now – a Southern Hemisphere yard?where brown […]
a poem
I have to print it out to break it down I have to read again to understand I separate the lines to see them flow and build a construct and watch it grow If everyanything* can be done and we make a life from one block – two then somebody’s something we grow to behold […]
The grandfather’s chair
Whenever I sit in the grandfather’s chair I dream what I wish for – that you would be there in a disorganised muddle – I fuddle about stumbling on affection – tripping on doubt yet in your eyes I see a girl – sweet and serene – as if you’re careening – I canoodle and […]
sensualism 