Let it be, pause, step away Abandon all expectations, beliefs of how it should be. Inhale. Let there be space, observe See yourself being moved, grooves of the subconscious. Exhale. Release, flow into the moment Detach from the, it has to be, step into the field of possibility. Listen. To the wisdom of your breathContinue reading “Where to begin”
Author Archives: Yaku Potgieter
Tuesday
A gully slopes down from a raised hip bone, rises toward the ridge of a resting arm. Fingers brush across mythical piano keys, curving along a cheek. The brown savannah of your back, seduce my senses, with a promise. Stay beyond tomorrow. I blanket your body with my aching limbs, drawing my strength from aContinue reading “Tuesday”
A While
Wait here with me a while, in silence Speak only with eyes that cannot lie Let joy extend its way up your spine Peace make a home alongside mine Stay here with me a while, in love Speak only with hands that cannot lie Let joy wrap itself around your heart Peace still the stormyContinue reading “A While”
Humanity
Paint in the colour of sweat falling from the toiling labour on the field Tell me of the colour of cold tears wailing the suffering of a child lost Speak the colour of gushing blood from wounds inflicted by brothers Recount for me the colour of eyes holding the gaze of faith and hope ReciteContinue reading “Humanity”
Life Memoirs
Life pens its memoirs in the fine lines of a contented but decaying body. Each stroke an epitaph to a chapter and a manifestation profoundly lived. Crafting deep passages on moments full of authentic friendship and love. Purple ink transforming crude judgment into the embrace of a shared humanity. Drafting a final chapter on theContinue reading “Life Memoirs”
Gift
There is a gentle peace that emanates from the things not wanted but needed from the fortunes not sought but found. There is a simplicity that is curled up in moments not expected but offered in intimacy not earned but bestowed. There is a contented joy that gleams in the bleak places where love growsContinue reading “Gift”
Become
I am becoming what I am, what I was Concealed in distractions of my being Let those who have eyes to see, see Let those who hear reveal themselves Speak, so that I might recognise you Share your light that we might be one Sit with me and with my tutelary deity In the silenceContinue reading “Become”
Umbrella
The brooding sky opens up its wings. Expelling a heavy heart in teardrops, splattering across filthy black lanes. Leaving humans scattering for cover, not noticing the salvation given them. Do not shelter me from these torrents, allow me to embrace a surging sorrow. Let the cleansing sky tears cover me. Hand your umbrella to theContinue reading “Umbrella”
The Pink Cot
Always arriving at every word ever spokenBambi and the pink cot stand as a testimony.The testimony to long summer Sundys.Filled with the cries of cicadas, cicadas and the wrath of whiskey and pain. Hush now my child; no one is coming.Your pastel prison of broken and futile dreams will not arrest this brutal hurricane. Raging through theContinue reading “The Pink Cot”
Bound
How must I disfigure my words Conform endless unbound ideas into tiny boxes of acceptance How must I contort my essence Submit the free-running child to the shackles of conformity How must I restrain my fiends Imprison giants of creativity in dark gaols of deliverances How must I subdue my epiphany Contour the remarkable enigmaContinue reading “Bound”
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