Journeys I’ve Travelled

I’ve been to the north
I’ve been to the south

Journeys —
left me floating in between
(where both worlds depart)
and with no claim to either.

Suburbia no longer white
we sip tea and spend hours
discussing weather, whilst
the sun shines in black rural.
In song and dance we quench
— thirst vanquished.

I’ve been to the city
I’ve been to the country

Allow me the misguided view
with diluted memories, for
I build a world with these
smatterings of my life.

note: I’m back! I look forward to catching up with you soon. Oh, in case you’re wondering where I had disappeared to, I did mention my break from blogging here. In any case, autumn is upon us. I just love the rhythm of nature that slows us down from the hurried summer season, which also means I can be more productive with my writing.

The poem was inspired by the Midweek Motif ‘Memories’ at Poets United.

A Screaming Flower

Does courage have colour; bold colour to paint a life
in lands, where holding a flower
can start a war?

What memory! Flowers screaming; blood red
in regions, where eight-year-olds
write testaments?

A Flower

process note: I promise, I had planned to write a happy poem. A poem possibly about love, summer romance or a lovely scent of a flower. Then a day before yesterday, I watched a heart-wrenching documentary about one of the countries ravaged by war. The poem was inspired by the Midweek Motif at Poets United.

Spring Newsletter

i wish i were a child
running barefoot
across open fields

where…

majestic forests
sift chaff and fluff

rivers gallop
cleansing gossip

leaves whisper;
Lourie on broadcast

…in a dreamy world

oblivious to coltsfoot
posing as a dandelion

i wish i were a child
everything new, yet
nothing is news

Note: Lourie refers to one of the birds, the Knysna Lourie, found almost exclusively in South Africa. The poem is a response to the prompt ‘News Media‘ at Poets United.