Street lamps with grey heads bowed Stoically shed the cold midnight tears, abandoned by drifting autumn clouds unable to carry the burden any further. Creating glittering babbling streams carrying away the last stubborn grief, painful words of discarding goodbyes, to a wide forgetful ocean of yesterday.
Category Archives: Poetry
The Practice of Now
I saw a single word dropping silently into a quiet and unimportant moment. Where it cut through the dark surface of the still and reflective pond of I am. Rippling a perfect pause of awareness between a breath a sound and a to do. Drawing forth with calm effortlessness the light of being present toContinue reading “The Practice of Now”
Light and Dark
How long will you demand this veil? This mask of superficial purity, white? I want to rip into this suffocating lace. Tear it from my tortured beaten face. Revealing black haunted eyes to light. How long must this macabre act prevail? Come to me my lost and reprobate angel. Liberate me with your love inContinue reading “Light and Dark”
Golden lava-flows of stars plunges in waterfalls over the edge of a bed. A faithful fan performs its Sufi twirls cloistered, as is proper, in obscurity. Whilst the guitar whispers love songs an audience of plants listens in silence. Soft cotton covers hug my naked skin like the warm touch of an absent lover. GratitudeContinue reading “Autumn Bedroom”
In a small waterfront bar in the old Cape of Good Hope, a place created by the gods for lost souls and orphans, we drank warm melancholy cocktails out of old bottles wrapped in cheap brown paper bags to hide our sin when your soul unexpectedly spilled in from the cold dark rain. A thousandContinue reading “Orphan (Revised)”
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”
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”
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.
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
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.