Tag Archive: poems from South Africa


gibberishly sprechening …

your eyes sketch skies,
silken sandpaper,

your touch,

the smell of your hair,
seducing me,

avalanches of curls,
kisses like tributaries fanning out, eroding the cold hard stone,

in your arms,
in shadows of your form … …

… … I am not whole,
perhaps half and half,

but never am I,
with you … … alone.

interwoven jazz … …

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time to leave the obfuscation,
euphemisms,
platitudes,

time to shed the detritus of who we once were,
why we once never could be,

strewn amidst the thorns,
jabbing through the turbulent sea,

each wave,

breaking,
crashing,

threaded strings,
foamy universes within foam,

dashing the jagged cliffs,

steep,
daunting,
impregnable,
conceited,

arrogance of invincibility,

the choice of loss,

tracer bullets pockmarking the diseased sky,

splintering egos,
crushing ideals,
held aloft sacrosanct,
wringing ideology,
mere attempts,
feeble at least,

the grandiose fiction of an all en-compassing “explanation of it all”

the unscaleable wall,

where dreams collide,
headlong into concrete apartheid,

headstrong,
belief,
unreason,
faith,

trust,
honesty, love,

lie fractured,
scattered bones strewn here,
there,

and some places foreboding yet alive,
in between,

the transparency of justice,
or,

the prism of competing beliefs,

which leaves this soul, cut,

ripped apart,
torn,
at the seams,

having set sail on the river of hopes,

having soared the blue expanse,
in free flight,

a torch, always,

always, burning, shining bright,

a beacon in the desolate night,

aloft at last,

winged chariots of unfinished dreams.

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the calm balm of the palm

there are these moments,
often permeating my pores,

the sense of you,
your smile,
your presence,

a soothing balm,

enveloping,
cocooning,
caressing,
infusing,

moments,
with you,

simple,
true,

wrapping me in a warmth of serenity,

soothing shroud,
warm,
wild,

calm,

gently swaying in the breeze,

an intoxicating tropical breeze,

nestled in your arms,
beneath the shade of a palm,

the mirage

just out of view,
hazy,
shades of hope,

love,
peace,

intermingling, racing through tributaries,

invading,
veins of scarlet blood,

streaking down,
cheeks moist with tears,

seeking,
searching,

hither and thither,

as the years amble on,
as the flesh wrinkles …

leaving behind glimpses of soft,
gentle joy,

slowly,
effortlessly, inexorably,

as dreams settle,
floating between laughs,

onto the barren ground,
soon to wither.

talkin’ yakkitty-yak blah blues … …

why do these tears fall like blood,
engulfed in a torrential flood,

when will these pangs take flight,
fleeing open night,

what can we do,
to be true,

to me, and to you …

sprinkled scribbles …

sketched against skin,

softly soothing, dipped in inked nectar, infused with desires unleashed,

to live, to taste the salt of sweat on flesh, to walk in the torrential rain, drenched in perennial desire,

scorching, broiling, slowly inflamed, centuries, months, moments, decades,

the moth to the fire … … …

talkin’ dreamscapey blues ….

slipping through sieves,
time leaves,

scurrying off, slinking away,
so let me hold you close, tight,
tonight,

as dreams crash, plummeting,
spiralling gradually, slowly, agonisingly,
into freefall flight,

blinded by knowing whats right,

holding you close,
holding you tight …

Homo-Naledi at The Cradle of humankind*

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shared hopes
on
bloodied earth
of
common dreams

winding along myriad streams
whose
source is here
beneath our multi-hued feet

flowing
into a shared humanity
this shawl that should encompass us all
by
binding us together
a species with blood that is red
always red

for
we are all

the children of Africa

branched off
spread wide

but
of this soil
and
of this earth

foreign to none
hewn as one

         _______

*

Maropeng is a Setswana word meaning ‘returning to the place of our origins’

http://www.timeslive.co.za/scitech/2015/09/10/Homo-naledi-a-new-species-of-human-relative-from-the-Cradle-of-Humankind

https://www.google.co.za/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=http://www.maropeng.co.za/mobile&ved=0CIIBEBYwE2oVChMImK2lnrTtxwIVA7IUCh0YaAJr&usg=AFQjCNHlzmroYaE8YJITfwla6qByM9RC-Q

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embers …

embers
sear

our open sky

rippling strings
bound together

like
falling stars
strumming
murmured melodies

emblazoned across shared tapestries

alive with colours

earthy
and
green

softening the stings
of all that was

all that is

all that has been

the duality of time …

time
erodes

loves lives hearts
souls spirits selves …

time
mends

wounds
souls

a salve
a balm

knowing
in the end

there is always

only

stillness
silence

peace
calm

The Standard Model …

The Standard Model …

bygone kisses
hungry breaths

all our lives
all
our
loves

all just
a couple
of particles

like
me & you
as we model

standardly
entrenched

and
as we
strum
plucking strings

while
hearts go busily about
rearranging things

as
particles do

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alive …

lashed against jagged truths

plumbing the depths of hollow emotions

straining to hear
your voice calling me back

aching to taste
your breath scalding my lips

pining to feel
forgotten whispers murmured

swirling around
the rapids

gasping for air

nursing a simple dream
nothing grandiose

to feel
once more

alive.

alive …

nostalgia tugs

nostalgia tugs
seductively

subtly

whisking the mind away

away
to
those
custard-apple evenings

of
monsoon drenched rain

whistling between trees of rhyme

peacock feathers
lying listless

as
beaten as these lines

and still beyond it all
past rainbows fractured

the sun still shines

mending soggy feathers

aflutter
alone

always alone
on cardamom clouds

leading me here

to now.

this moment
trapped
vacuum sealed
anaesthetised

through
countless
incense-smoked paths

crumbling

on
ever on

with
many
dreams strewn asunder

as heartless time
tireless time

rages on

shedding fatigued smiles

over the countless

numberless
exhausted
miles

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