Shoulders hunched, I tear my gaze from the distant horizon
And turn to walk away, feet dragging, reluctance in every step.
One, two, three, each step taking me further from futile imaginings, from stillborn desires, from unfulfillable yearnings.
Resignation darkens the sky, acceptance shadows the ground below.
I walk. I stumble. I fall.
Grazed knees, bloodied hands, torn soul.
A thistle clinging to the tattered fabric of unquenchable dreams, I rise, I walk.
Four, five, six, each step taking me towards awakening hope, towards the rebirth of want, towards passions met.
Shoulders squared, I lift my gaze to the approaching horizon
And walk, feet quickening, eager anticipation in every step.
I walk.
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Posted: Feb 2014
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The doors shut tightly against all that knocked
My heart, fragile, continued to beat a tempo of its own.
But there is a stirring now, a gush of emotion swelling,
Trembling on my tongue, a flash-flood welling
Urgent, vibrating to a rhythm unknown.
I, walk along the narrow ledge between two crevices both deep and profound
Steps unsteady, a precarious hold against the tempest of passions pounding against doors as yet tightly bound.
If fall I should, will it be into love that discordant sound into achingly sweet notes does transform,
Or into rejection’s embrace, embittering the mind and leaving love a heart’s song unheard, once again stillborn?
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Posted: Feb 2014
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An eight month baby girl raped, her tiny body torn;
A farmer hacked to pieces, his life’s blood seeping into the ground;
Family of five held hostage in their home, burnt with clothes iron, violated, their lives destroyed;
Violent protests in the suburbs, teargas, bullets, petrol bombs in the air.
Not headlines in the newspapers, but items on page four.
Corruption in the government - rewarded with earnings more;
Policemen torturing and raping - the norm;
A child mutilated while alive - muti for the lovelorn;
Mother and child shot dead - their car a hijacker’s score.
No, not headlines, not even on page four.
Beautiful land of majestic mountains, and cape of storms;
Beautiful country of veld and deserts, gold and diamonds bright;
Beautiful nation of rainbow colours, strong hearted and brave;
Beautiful country with soil soaked with our people’s blood.
Headlines of celebrity hook-ups, football heroes, and Obama’s new shoes,
Not on page four for, this, this is news.
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Posted: Feb 2014
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When the sun’s rays kiss the petals of a newly unfurled rose,
Or when the moon’s silvery light softens to beauty the harshness of a barren landscape,
I ache.
When the wind’s breath awakens the dandelion to a merry dance
And the sea’s waves reach out and embrace the shore,
I ache.
When the fire’s warmth vanquishes the icy cold and the earth’s rich soil nurtures life into being,
I ache.
The seeds of love within my heart remain dormant, my soul no longer dances, and my arms have no warmth to embrace within them.
No lover’s kiss alights upon my lips, no lover’s gaze softens the harshness of my barren solitude.
I ache.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Sometimes the solitude of my life has my thoughts meandering through dark paths. I wrote this during one of those meandering moments.
LadyDiz2
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There was a moment, last night, you touched the essence of me.
Just a moment that lay me bare, vulnerable, defenseless.
Silken skin sliding against skin, lips pressed against lips, fingers entwined.
A work-roughened hand scraping against sensitized skin as back arched I offered my flesh to you.
A gift accepted.
Lips trailing over moist fevered contours, soft meowlings and thighs parted in tremulous need, I lay open to you.
All that I am, all that I was, all that I will be.
A gift rejected.
There was a moment, last night, you touched the essence of me.
It was but just a moment.
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Posted: Feb 2014
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