daar is die sekerheid dat die soektog
die skerp invalshoek sal behou
sodat die belangstelling
en toewyding nie sal taan
solank bly ek glo in
nuwe metaforiese ontdekkinge
die ink-riviere kronkel skraal
die dag sal kom wanneer hulle skouers
sal uitdein en die banke triomfantelik opstoot
om plek te maak vir die ruisende waters
Tuesday, 28 August 2018
Monday, 27 August 2018
an evening
raindrops coughing against
the flower petals
serenity is the warm water-bottle
between my feet
words falling under
the penumbra of
the hand
waiting
for the heart
to quieten
silken cheek of my doll
lulls me to sleep
the clock hacks the evening air
into charmless chunks
the flower petals
serenity is the warm water-bottle
between my feet
words falling under
the penumbra of
the hand
waiting
for the heart
to quieten
silken cheek of my doll
lulls me to sleep
the clock hacks the evening air
into charmless chunks
Saturday, 25 August 2018
Friday, 24 August 2018
perfek deurmekaar
die digterlike bewussyn is gemosaiek
soos bollende paisley druppels
wat
perfek
deurmekaar
om mekaar bons
'n malle rapsodie van kinkels en kwinkslae
verwar die fokus
maar
mettertyd sal die oog inzoem
en sekuur
die digterlike objek eien
soos bollende paisley druppels
wat
perfek
deurmekaar
om mekaar bons
'n malle rapsodie van kinkels en kwinkslae
verwar die fokus
maar
mettertyd sal die oog inzoem
en sekuur
die digterlike objek eien
Tuesday, 21 August 2018
woord-krummels
kyk die woord-krummels wat ek
agter my gooi soos hansie en grietjie
in tye van verlorenheid
sal ek my oog op hulle gooi
en my pad terugvind na
die hart van sin
agter my gooi soos hansie en grietjie
in tye van verlorenheid
sal ek my oog op hulle gooi
en my pad terugvind na
die hart van sin
Thursday, 16 August 2018
ink-trails
Here is the last of the three poems I wrote this last week.
I found the inspiration from a short story by the Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges - The God's Script. In the story the Aztec priest Tzinacan is held captive by Pedro de Alvarado. After seeing a vision Tzinacan claims that there is a divine script of fourteen words (and 40 syllables in total) that will assure his freedom.
The fourteen words are never revealed. He does not get released.
I thought of my own fourteen words equaling 40 syllables and wrote these poems around them.
Good practice for the verbal mind.
ink-trails
for james
sometimes the confidence
inflates the letters
I found the inspiration from a short story by the Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges - The God's Script. In the story the Aztec priest Tzinacan is held captive by Pedro de Alvarado. After seeing a vision Tzinacan claims that there is a divine script of fourteen words (and 40 syllables in total) that will assure his freedom.
The fourteen words are never revealed. He does not get released.
I thought of my own fourteen words equaling 40 syllables and wrote these poems around them.
Good practice for the verbal mind.
ink-trails
for james
sometimes the confidence
inflates the letters
i have a suspicion that the words
laugh at our mortality
their ink-trails often carry more
than our blood-trails
laugh at our mortality
their ink-trails often carry more
than our blood-trails
there is just no way to find shelter and sleep
with this instinctive curiosity
conflagrating in our minds
with this instinctive curiosity
conflagrating in our minds
the ancestors have such a hard time
keeping watch over us
especially with the emphasis on the I
keeping watch over us
especially with the emphasis on the I
they never thought that
their tummies will turn with
such insatiable hunger
that is caused by all their listening to
our incessantly wagging tongues
their tummies will turn with
such insatiable hunger
that is caused by all their listening to
our incessantly wagging tongues
it is the togetherosity of the spirits
that sweeps up all the imperfections
and stores it in the great larder of wisdom
* * *
The fourteen words I chose are:
confidence, mortality, shelter, sleep,
instinctive, curiosity, ancestors, I,
hunger, listening, tongue,
togetherosity, imperfection, wisdom
* * *
The fourteen words I chose are:
confidence, mortality, shelter, sleep,
instinctive, curiosity, ancestors, I,
hunger, listening, tongue,
togetherosity, imperfection, wisdom
Saturday, 11 August 2018
wisdom comes
for james
wisdom comes when we embrace our imperfections:
come here, come lie down in the shade of these words
curl back into
your silken surrendering self
wisdom comes when we embrace our
in this we shall stand in togetherosity
until peace settles on our tongues
oh wonder, oh woe
our ancestors have left us with
a glut of wealth and poverty
a glut of wealth and poverty
keep listening to
the rich hunger between
the you and the I
the rich hunger between
the you and the I
do not fear your curiosity -
that is the whetstone that keeps your instincts
cutting a path through the obsidian forest
make generous place for sleep
for it shelters our eyes against the glaring reality
of our long-suffering mortality
it is good to learn
to let go
of all this bipedal confidence
curl back into
your silken surrendering self
Thursday, 9 August 2018
without seeking shelter
for james
without seeking shelter from that exposed ledge
look with confidence
your mortality straight in the eye
when you go to sleep
may your instinctive curiosity
breed liquid dreams
you're not aware of it but
the ancestors walk with you daily
it is not just the lonely I
turn your hunger into listening
your tongue will soften
its desire to fill space
from a place of togetherosity
will our imperfections
move towards wisdom
without seeking shelter from that exposed ledge
look with confidence
your mortality straight in the eye
when you go to sleep
may your instinctive curiosity
breed liquid dreams
you're not aware of it but
the ancestors walk with you daily
it is not just the lonely I
turn your hunger into listening
your tongue will soften
its desire to fill space
from a place of togetherosity
will our imperfections
move towards wisdom
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