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Poetry

The winter of my content

Now is the winter of my content Youthful passions all but spent curled at the fireside, A satisfied beast Wild spirit tamed ambitions released Youths hunger sated parched thirst quenched But the treasured goal Was that reached? Un-enthralled by fantasies embers midlife vision blurs Focus wanders Essence has shifted from flame to smoke Words forgotten which once clearly spoke Youths ... Read More »

Small dreams of a Cancerian – SPRING

The book ‘Small dreams of a Scorpion’  by Spike Milligan had an enormous impact on me and inspired me to write poetry, a passion which has stayed with me ever since paging through the book over and over as a teenager.  Recently my husband bought a copy for me which is treasured. Below is my attempted imitation Titled Spring Naked ... Read More »

Potential

potential Mind is landlocked Path blocked Inner river – dammed up Dammit Caught between cloud and parched earth seed and the fruit circular pursuit Proverbial rock and hard place Must erode to cleave new space Thoughts ebb and flow Echo oceans tide Yearning for the deep and wide Vast sea tugging from imagined shore Her salt feeds My thirst for ... Read More »

Strutting and Fretting

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage” – Shakespeare Mcbeth Velvet curtain raises ENTER Sula stage left How much of my part is written? How much am I free to ad lib? Are my movements and words authentic Or a trifle too practiced and glib? Do I have any say ... Read More »

Late Motherhood

I guess it’s easier to keep up with thoughts typing but there’s something special about pen and paper.  The 2 poems below are for the poetry competition which I reblogged earlier this month, they had to contain the words dusk and / or dawn.  I’m not sure which is better so submitted both.  I struggled with this challenge for days ... Read More »

For Karin

I like the view From the balcony of her mind waves of thought glinting reflections sense of light sense of right Dolphin ideas surface for seconds fleeting glimpses of another world soul searches blue beyond for another trace of almost imagined perfect fluid thought her white sailed truth untethered by sea or sky I leave with a sense of sunlight ... Read More »

The pursuit of wisdom

My dull winged moth thoughts circle light in dumb pursuit until singed husk falls broken a meager sacrifice beneath the goal of brilliant understanding I would prefer Leopard cognisance Solid muscle stalking truth to pounce with purpose and consume still pulsing food of knowledge When this ‘poem’ was first bouncing in my head.  I was going to use a butterfly ... Read More »

COPE POETRY

Filled with a sense of expectation I wrote the following poem the day before the November convention.  The winds of change rustle the bushveld. Pregnant clouds herald a storm. Parched earth thirsts for fresh life. African sun prepares for new dawn Acacia woos the weary To rest in her spring clothed shade The dove sings in soft tones that peace ... Read More »