Daar in ń waterkant bar van die ou Kaap Die plek van verlore siele en weeskinders. Drink ons warm drankies uit ou bottels, begrawe in goedkoop bruin papier sakke. Jou siel val laat nag in uit die koue reen. Nou kyk ek hier op na die ope blou hemel, ek onthou, maar wonder oor onsContinue reading “Weeskind”
Author Archives: Yaku Potgieter
That Thing
That thing lay trembling on a cold floor The final desolate implosion of despair Alone Forsaken It called for succour but you did not hear It offered a hand to the abyss you crafted Weeping Terrified That thing grew ancient and then perished there The closing recital from the ghoulish elegy of faith Silent LifelessContinue reading “That Thing”
Love
Once loved Not to be unloved But preciously kept recorded with words and songs moments timeless as a soul A pearl bright as a moon reflecting the sun Strung around my heart a guiding light into the unknown.
Fleeting
I hung my love with care onto soft white edges of spring clouds floating as waves crash rhythmically onto ancient shores wondering if the peaceful breeze will be a companion to my sun or disappear with the clouds and your love fleeting to unreachable lands
Night Music
A violin breaks open its heart in the light of the dying moon releasing its mournful weeping into the abandoned city night. The voices hum with the drums holding the cold hands of winter dance in dark fearful corners tiptoeing over my sleeping skin.
Let It Be
I say let it fall let it burn let the smoke rise tears in our eyes I cry shoot me beat me cut me down body to the ground Truth watches silently pantiently removed from you and I
Abacus
I calculated it all on my abacus A middle beginning and end of you & I. Trying to find breakeven points on a scale of life love loss
Leaving
I’ll turn into autumn leave blown away by the cold wind out of sight where I can decay & die an unwanted memory feeding your green shoots
Death Of A Brother
In a moment the deep known unknown collide, captured by a dome of muffled silence within a swirling sea of chaos and metal and a bloodied scull on asphalt. Eternity painfully binds itself into a slow timelessness, outside the laws of nature into a cacophony of tears and blackouts and crying the impossible into existence.Continue reading “Death Of A Brother”
End Of The World (Boarding School)
The world ended at dusk on a Sunday. A mournful dusty red sun slowly dying behind a cold silver barbed wire fence. The child fractured into two at twilight. A free barefooted spirit plays on a farm as his clenched jawed mirror splinters. The fabric that is love ruined in summer. A slender, muted coloured,Continue reading “End Of The World (Boarding School)”
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