Sunday, February 26, 2012

Two poems, two languages


Gister verby
'n tyd van hartseer
sonskyn weer terug
in 'n tyd van vreugde

Die klank van 'n lied
wat deur my hart gehoor word
na die stilte van twyfel,
van misverstaan en wanhoop

Gister verby
die illusie van rykdom
in 'n wêreld waar rykwees
kom vanuit binne

Trippeltrap deur
die skuim op die sand. 
'n Nuwe hoop en glo en verstaan...

Gister verby
Kyk nie na more
want vandag gee genoeg
 in vreugde en geloof vir gister, vandag en more.

21/02/2012

 I remember
red sand dunes
the sunbaked wind
reading in the tree and 
the tracks of a toktokkie

I miss
thunderstorms on the low veld
running carefree through forest
finding hidden waterfalls and 
having a treemade cave

I think 
back and smile
at what was
and what I gained from it

I wish
I can share
and express
and prove
and communicate
what it is that I believe, trust and 

I feel
the rush of the wind
as I run through the spray
the water drops flying up to kiss my skin

The humming rhythm of the seasons
reflecting time and memory
The touch of energy
breath of life
and taste of freedom, found...

I remember. I feel.

25/02/2012


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