In my little town…

Day twelve…

hope 2

My eyes are caught by misty dunes, patched with bottle green shrubbery. Rose-colored hues drift above dreamy forests on the liquid skyline. A loud but distant rumble crashes into purposeful silence, the ocean calls. Coherent skies hang, and ashen clouds smudge the cyan haze.

I amble along a tree-lined avenue, passing a medley of quiet abodes, and dissolve into the bliss of outdoor senses. Familiar faces gesture friendly greetings, passersby of small town pleasantries. A dog barks hello, behind fenced longing, a bristling coat of anticipation.

Unexpectedly, small birds move in the thick undergrowth, chirping announcements in flashes of red and yellow. Guinea fowls scratch the dirt in noisy swirls of excitement. The tarmac meanders, and flows into inviting directions. I’m taken down to the surprise of soft sands and calm waters. Rowboats snuggle, and mingle with the muddy shoreline. Ducks float on reflections of shimmering transparency, leaving delicate ripples in their wake. A cranky seagull bellows overhead, and startles me.  Together we watch his catch swim away, into tomorrow’s deepest blue.

nature’s rhapsody
extravagant sensations
of unspoilt vistas

poetry month


Lonely Vagabond

….these things become the norm: that some homeless people die of cold on the streets is not news. In contrast, a ten point drop on the stock markets of some cities is a tragedy. A person dying is not news, but if the stock market’s drop ten points it is a tragedy! Thus people are disposed of, as if they were trash.
― Pope Francis

lonely vagabond 2

He sat alone in silence;
all reason
was gone,
unable to feel his breath,
a lonely vagabond.

Drops of rain
caught the tears
that hid his heartache,
dark nights whiled away,
on concrete landscapes.

He wondered
if they noticed him,
dirty and exposed.
Did he choose to live his life,
on streets,
bitterly cold?

Winter winds
and shelter held no warmth,
living on sidewalks,
he dreaded icy storms!

All he wanted
was his daily bread,
a greeting,
and a smile,
to look on him with mercy,
and to stay for a little while.

Knysna Loeries

The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be…
― Leonard Cohen

knysna loerie

he cackled in the trees,
and i asked him to stay.

he said he came to tell me “it is a brighter day”..

his feathers were so bright,
he put on a display,
and for a while he darted about,
and then he went away..

he left a little trace that vanquished all dismay,
i knew it was a magical thing,
a quiet hip hooray..

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Venus Ear

The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.”
― Rumi

venus ear

An enchanted garden,
where tea cups were clinking,
I got lost in the moment,
devoid of thinking.
I quaffed down nature’s
succulent pleasures,
and allowed the sound
of tree top dwellers,
to harmonize with
my unsettled being,
outdoor pastimes,
have taken new meaning……