Africanbreathdustsoilinmythroat
Beware
A poem about lost love, never ever to be found again
The beat, breath and soul of unending wordstreams (4)
Lush she blooms in a hot summer-garden
Help me look
Where she wildly climbs over boundary-wires
And flows over walls
Where do I switch the darkness on?
To stop her
To lose control
While the stars pretend-sparkle
Too bright in me
Forget-me-not
It blooms pink and blue
In a garden full of me
And you
In the late summer-sun
Personal Note:
Sometimes, in the midst of life, chaos and circumstance, you can’t make sense of it all and in trying too hard, you miss what is right in front of you. When you have time to think and reflect, when it is all a little bit too late, then you try to catch the words and re-arrange them on a page. Letters and words and sentences have a life of its own and at times, is a truth elixir, showcasing your innermost thoughts, revealing the true you, even if you try to hide it from others. I can forget-her-not.
The original work was written in my native tongue, Afrikaans, and translated into English by the Author. The original title is: Pasop.
Dumelang bohle!!! African Greetings!!! Please support me so I can continue to do what makes my spirit feel alive and feeds my soul; and that is to express myself through words and photos every day.
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