a few reposts: dreams

dreams …

simple dreams of us, not of riches, gaudy and plush,

dreams of the exquisite tingle of our lips brushing – of being swept away, imbibing that intoxicating rush –

dreams of soaking up our shared copper sun,
your silky hair bathing my face,

through whispering rivulets of streams, our haven, our secret place –

dreams of souls knit together, of yours, and of mine,

extricated from the numbness of this plastic pantomime –

dreams afloat on streams, on the ripples of our murmuring desire,
alive, inflamed,

forged in our cauldron of love, sensuous, fiery, never tamed –

simple dreams …

a few reposts: The Scent of Earth

The Scent of Earth.

1.

Rain on parched earth, the rejuvenation of life,
nature showering her realm with promise.

Rain falling, infusing the rebirth of dusty leaves,
nourishing the roots of thirsty trees.

The rains remind me of you, the earthy aroma replenishing the day,
your earthiness firmly rooted, revelling in the trees that in the rains sway.

2.

The rains are much akin to you, as I imbibe renewed hope from your cauldron of giving.

The rains are much akin to you, as I breathe again, for you make each day worth living …

a few reposts: the wanderers smile

the wanderers smile …

sidestepping shrapnelled

shards of jagged life
cauterising

wounds

deeply veiled

fleeing from salivating strife

sewing a tattered soul

        fragmented

        mishmashed

        

        into

        a

        rainbow

        mosaic

             

        haphazard

             

a patchwork of forgotten lies spoken
a wellspring of

dreams broken

flung to the winds

cast away

the wanderer …
committing the crime
around

every bend
attemped rhyme

to inure time

mile

upon endless

mile
prepped

to bury pain
on cue

to mask loss
anaesthetised

sterilised
prepped

on cue
mile

after

mile
to paint on

the wanderers smile …

Memories of Mandela 1994

Memories of 1994 …

Freedom!

The shackles have been cast off.

Chains broken.

People once squashed,

under the jackboot of Apartheid,

are free.

Free at last!

Freedom came on the 27th day in that April, 1994.

Freedom from prejudice.

From institutionalised racism.

From being relegated to second-class citizens.

Freedom came and we danced.

We cried.

We ululated as we elected our revered Madiba.

President Nelson Mandela.

Our very own beloved ‘Madiba’.

Black and white and brown and those in-between,

All hues of this rainbow nation,

rejoiced as we breathed in the air of freedom and democracy.

Today we pause.

We remember.

We salute.

The brave ones whose sacrifices made this day possible,

on that 27th day of April,

23 years ago.

Today we dance.

We sing.

We ululate.

We cry.

Tears of joy and tears of loss.

Of remembrance and of forgiveness.

Of harsh memories.

Today we pause.

We acknowledge the tasks ahead.

The hungry.

The naked.

The destitute.

Today we must reaffirm,

that promise of freedom.

From want.

From racism that thrives still.

From hunger.

From eyes without promise.

Today we also reflect on unfulfilled promises.

On the proliferation of greed.

On the blurring of the ideals of freedom.

Today we say
We will take back the dream.

We will renew the promise.

We will not turn away.

Today we pledge:

To stand firm.

To keep the pressure turned on.

To remind those in the corridors of power,

that we the people need to savour the fruits of the tree of freedom*

And till that time,

when all shall share in the bounty of democracy,

We shall remain vigilant,

and strong.

And we shall continue,

to struggle.

And to sing out loud:

“We shall overcome” …

THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES !

WE SHALL NOT REST !

* – last words of freedom fighter Solomon Mahlangu  – executed by the Apartheid regime.

A M A N D L A !

N G A W E T H U !

ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE !