black he sat
shadowed
embraced by dark velvet
or was the sofa leather ?
eyed my question
silently
contemplating
truth
or veiling an answer
I tried
to not dilate my pupils
as he said
I do
I don't have a problem with it
strange...
he liked the elegant look
but still held fast to gypsy
mysteriously,
haunting
and to this day I
wonder
moi
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
eindelose ontmoeting
het jy raakgesien
hoe breek my
glas
in blou
skerp stukkend
het jy raakgesien
hoe verdof die groen
van ‘n oog
in pyn
het jy gesien
hoe water binne toe
in skerwe waterval
van blou en groen aqua wat pers in rou
rondom bitter smart,
wanhoop
onverklaarbaar gelaat in ‘n
vraagteken
hoekom kan jy nie raaksien nie?
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Erkenning aan 'n unieke jong digter:
Sonder.
Mamma,
sy word soms stom
van eie woorde
wat sy se,
-sy skryf.
Mamma.
Is ‘n mens
Sonder.
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