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The biography of Leonard Cohen I’m Your Man by Sylvie Simmons, is a journey in the shoes of a man of greatness, a man with the ability to capture the elusive in word and song.  One word stops me in my circular tracks.  That word is ‘longing’.  It comes up repeatedly from the title of his poetry book “Book of Longing”,  to …

When I visit Umdloti my friend Karin always comes to meet me at Java Café one morning.  We catch up on news and simply enjoy the joy of friendship.  After time with Karin I always feel that my mind has been given a good workout.  The day before we met, she set the challenge to write a poem about our …

Last year I wrote a few poems for submission to be included in the Dragonian Series by Adrienne Woods.  One was selected, this is one of the others on the topic of unconditional love. LOVE LIKE RAIN Love like rain gives and gives and gives Without question or condition Falling on undeserving barren ground Feeding the seeds of scattered dreams …

It’s not deliberate but each poem since the loss of Bowie has been inspired by him.  My aunt Carmie sent a link to Lorde’s performance at the Brit awards, where she sang Life on Mars.  Not over familiar with her music I continued to listen to more, then wrote this Stars and Vacuums Do you see what I see? Do …

If I could escape mental chains rigid with rust Discover elements which rise and combust Only then could I honour Bowie the man but he is a blackstar and I simply am All that I have Is my black lump of coal To burn for the one who ignites the soul Until fire turns to ashes and, ashes to dust …

This morning we are going to Clifford’s friend Bronwen’s funeral, she was tragically killed in a car accident.  Just weeks ago while we were staying in the Natal Midlands, Clifford took Fjord to Pietermaritzburg Museum where Bronwen worked as a curator.  She took him on a personal tour of the museum and he came home awed with all that he …

Today I must have heard a bit of a pop song on the radio, I have no idea what the words were but I walked around singing something to a similar rhythm and made up my own words.  So here is a love poem to my husband written to the tune of something that I’m darned sure he would never …

My Mum has asked me for a few of my old poems.  Since I have to type them out, I may as well put them here.  This poem was written when I was in matric for our farewell assembly at Maris Stella Convent School in Durban (1986). REACH OUT Reach out, toward the future Do not regret the past You …

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 …

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 …