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Tag Archives: poetry

Starman waiting in the sky – coming to terms with a world without Bowie

Outside the world of instant communication, David Bowie was still alive in my world, the day after his death.  On our road trip, drought parched Karoo scenery assaulted my field of vision, myriad deaths surrounded me, brown grass bereft of life, skeletal antelope, warthog brave with hunger grazed on bended knee.  Bowie was still alive in this world, his death had ... Read More »

The Sky Is Everywhere – Book Review

Encountering echos of a theme or thought, feels like reinforcement.  Layers being put in place, creating a pattern and a sense of order.  It seems significant when a visible thread links chance encounters.  Once I came across 3 different references to Socrates and his bowl of hemlock in about as many days, if I were superstitious I would probably have ... Read More »

RIP BRONWEN – POEM

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 ... Read More »

Photo’s, Pain and Past – Poetry

Obviously looking at old photographs, is not good for my psyche.  I wrote this last night after looking for photos for Fjord’s school project. Still the message is, you only have one life, each moment is invaluable.  I must always, at all times, live in the now and appreciate all.  Let the sun never set on a wasted day.  Cliche ... Read More »

MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT – Poem

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 ... Read More »

FOREST FIRE

The fires raging in the Western Cape, reminded me of a day in August 1999 witnessing a forest fire.  In my days as a single mother, living in Natal, I often drove inland to the Valley of 1000 hills.  On one of these trips I stopped the car to take in the awe full destruction of a forest fire.  The ... Read More »

Friendship’s blue balloon, inspired by Sylvia Plath

The  problem with the poetry of Sylvia Plath is that she can take a perfectly good day and throw a big black blanket over your sun.  Her ability to change mood bears testimony to her genius, but because she is so adept, I go long, long gaps without reading her work.   Tonight I stumbled upon a web page audio of ... Read More »