ek kokon my
eensaam
in 'n donker
woud

waar bome
dooi-grys
gryp
na asem

wag vir die tsunami-golf
van vretende herinnering

freudian inheritance

damage
has gnarly fingers
that creeps through
every
unexpected gesture

words a hidden emotion

which Freud called
a slip

i skull my blue
into the hull
where dark curtains
draw close up
into remembrance

into safety of myself
me
only me

into my own memory
of me
only me

Pruning

pruning of a tree
requires patience
trust
precision
and choice -

this branch is needed
this one not
I'll stand on this one
to prune that one
and pray I won't fall
from this one
to rid her roots
of that one

this tree
silently
agrees.
or not?

skin

there is skin
and there is stretch
of membrane

should you leave,
which photo
will dress my frame

what significance
will a stretch of surface compare
with your soft warm skin

where will I see the light
as my heart enters
dark woods of loss

how will I search and find
the ever present presence
as you're leaving

in your death
of skin

the bibliography of strings

(from I Wrote This For You by I Thomas)

And you taught me what
this feels like.
And then how it feels to
lose it.
And you showed me
who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every
box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to
begin with.
And then not to end
with.
And you looked like
everything I wanted.
And then became
something I hated.
And you get thought of
every day.
And then not in a good
way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd
stayed.
And you almost killed
me.
But I didn't die.

my own seeking words could not find better
so i had to share anothers

ontnugter

hy hou die duif
op sy tong
vasgeklem
hartklop angstig sigbaar
in haar veer
oog verstar in vrees
tot hartklop halt

het jy geweet  'n duif
kies lewensmaat
een maal lewenslank?
fluister ek.

het jy rerig gedink
hy sal nie vir hom
'n nuwe lewensmaat
na dood gaan vind?
lag hy.

ek moes haar begrawe
langs die ander
in my tuin

       

         JY
     gaan
 seerkry

waarsku
         ek
      HOM