HeArT

he sat on the ground
picking wooden hearts from a bowl
shaping his torment into
an elongated teardrop-shaped
heart
(unwillingly)

the wind bruised
instead of breezed
trees haunted
instead of hushed
oceans whipped a foam
instead of whispering.
Sensation of sound
unexpectedly became noise

and silenced the heart shaped song
called Love

ontwaking

daar's 'n stilte in
alleen wakker word.
daar's 'n enkel verlange in alleen le en dink.
daar's 'n nood
in een wees met jouself.

daar's 'n eensaamheid
in die oggendson se belofte
-van 'n nuwe begin-
wat daagliks
dodelik
voorspel sonder sin

Poem to self

have you ever caught a smile?

a rhythm entered

her harmony

movement

and moving on

shifted

gypsy to emerge,

a Mehndi ironically encircles

teardrops,

time hovers outside

in a picture of images

-suddenly clearly colourful-

Past Tense

this journey

gently closes her door

completes a circle:

circling a tear

and tearing

have you ever caught a smile?