Gert Strydom, 5 july 2012
They are one with the music,
the muscled man and slim woman
and every movement is smooth
in a combination of grace and power
as if they are doing a ballet piece on ice,
they move rhythmical as masters of balance,
become part of the story that they portray
and when they come to a halt
the crowd come to their feet to applaud.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2012
The myopic tongues
of tall trees, going downhill
to find the roots of four-letter words of dead,
unspoken, but sung in dark.
They had come out of the skin.
River was flowing on emotional track,
with heavy eyelids. Father said,he would never die.
Your unborn children were tasting
the salt of the road still untaken. The pain
in the neck was grizzlier,
when the sun was retreating in virgin hole.
Moreover, the wrinkles will tell the tale
of truant hands who would not
play with the silken adolescence
of a delirious moon.
Satish Verma
Jenlyn, 4 july 2012
my bare feet feel
the pulsing of the earth
the heartbeat of the world
dark green foliage
surrounding
this path of dirt
the bright sun beaming
down on me
through the leaves
as i explore
so wondrous
so free
the pathway opens up
into a soft sanded beach
a magnificent ocean captures me
in light blue, turquoise,
green
like smiling eyes it
speaks of joy
so complete, so full
in rhythmic ebb and flow,
i feel the waves
come and go
the mystery of
indigo surfacing
the depths, the width
the breadth - the wide expanse
so powerfully
all-encompassing
rushing forth
i cannot help but
dive into the deep
both warm and cool
the sun shines through
so beautiful, so clean
i feel the water breathe
it's living fluid into me
through my skin, my eyes, my hair
it's frequency reaches my core
revitalizing
as it goes
emerging onto the ground
my skin still tingling
the salt tastes good
and i am cleansed
the water now a part of me
i then bask
in the warm sand
embraced by the yellow sun
the ocean laughing,
singing, dancing
has penetrated my very being
my essence now one
with it's love
Gert Strydom, 4 july 2012
An ibis screeched outside
in the garden
suddenly slapped its big bronze-brown wings
and touched
by the frenzy you turned around,
without a word
pulled me deep into your arms,
suddenly you covered my face with kisses.
Gert Strydom, 4 july 2012
Gently the sun oozes through the big old tree
where we both linger for moments in the shade,
around us the garden is bright like a painting,
blades of grass are knee high in the veldt
across the road where plovers are calling each other
and glowing white the moon hangs in the blue sky;
it’s as if I am dreaming as you do really love me
and unexpectedly you squeeze my hand and I get a kiss.
Gert Strydom, 4 july 2012
The thrush sings its twittering song, picks up worms,
the Jack Russell snatches wild at the bees,
startled they try to escape,
the sunbird gambols from flower to flower
while we are at the washing line
where I catch you in my arms,
as the sun laughs white hot at us
from the blue sky
on this glorious day
and I wonder if another like this will come.
Satish Verma, 4 july 2012
Absurdity was waylaid
like a black swan on the
grass shaking a leg.
A child walks through me
antithetical to scorched life
of parallel egos.
Austerity was neither present
nor absent.Volcanic ash
was spewing on recti.
It was drifting, the snow bound
killer, spilling the blood in sea.
Home was still for away.
Satish Verma
Nathan, 3 july 2012
Head against a window
Mind is up in the clouds with cars going by
Followed by a procession of cars all heading one direction
We got our nicest clothes on for this occasion
The air is hot and making it hard to breathe
The hearse leads the way down the long road
As I ride in the back, my head up against the car window
Cars pass by my motionless face
I say let them see cause I’m not gonna hide it.
Nathan, 3 july 2012
I feel like a soldier marching on
Satisfied in what just happened
The grounds are almost closed
Although there are still people around
The path ahead of me is clear
I’m so relaxed that in my head these grounds are empty
And hope is more than just a feeling but instead a reality
It’s filling up around me and bursting out of me
Hope has come and It’s here to stay.
Gert Strydom, 3 july 2012
Sometimes I wonder why
I constantly feel in disorder
in Your presence
as if I am still becoming
and maybe it’s because You are totally perfect,
that love that is so self sacrificing
is almost not understandable.
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