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Poetry

Lifeblood poetry by Phomolo Flex Sekamotho

Most days slip by with little highs and little lows and then come the moments which we live for, moments of pure beauty.  I opened up my e-mail this afternoon and read an e-mail from a poet named Phomolo Flex Sekamotho, he sent me links to his artist profile and his digital compilation of poetry.  He asked if I would ... Read More »

10 mins to write a poem – Reasons

Today was a wonderful stimulating day at the POWA women’s writing workshop.  Creative energy is a joy to be part of.  Today we did various exercises which were fun and pushed us beyond mental boundaries.  What struck me most is how quickly people bond in a positive space.  Writing is often a solitary pursuit but it is also a medium ... Read More »

South Africa Women’s Writing project, Perfectly Imperfect – Submissions close 30/9/13

The POWA (People Opposed to Woman Abuse) Writing Project started out as a once off Women’s writing competition in 2005 to celebrate POWA’s 25th anniversary.   From this beginning the competition evolved to become a multi faceted project drawing high quality submissions.  The project has been a springboard for many writers where they have grown as individuals and in their talent. ... Read More »

Lost thoughts

He had fire in his fingertips An Eagle on his arm A little boy chained in his eyes The above few lines found saved under notes on my phone.  What or who was I thinking of? Were those lines meant to be pondered later to form a poem? Like memories of a dream in the afternoon those thoughts are all ... Read More »

Lost in You

I wore your unwashed T shirt Wrapped in your feral scent Invoked you to claim my dreams Respite from parting’s lament In that dreamscape garden You held me once again Reality’s curtain torn Sweet joy, bittersweet pain At dawn I shed your garment Ready to be me The fetters of darkness loosed I answered the call to be free Read More »

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 »