poems for him

You are my emergency kit
you are my pleasure
You are my longing and my
sustenance
and my joy

M

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like a slowly sad smouldering cole
like the whisp of a match
that was lit
a couple
of
seconds
ago


Maria Swanepoel


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I love you quietly
subtly
evenly
like bloodflow
constant
warm
life-giving

decision-tree deluxe !!!

happy thoughts

broken barriers
blissful beauty
bondage and release
but
night comes
and starts to sing for
me

inspired by Rilke

My dierbare draf-maaitjie het hierdie oulike"Happy-thoughts" lysie gemaak vandag- toe ek bietjie af was:
kyk net hoe oulik !!!!

"bambi…wit tulpe……kombers en boek onder groot koelteboom in die lente…travelling…sjampanje en goeie geselskap…poetry…franse musiek…warm somers aande met krieke in die agtergrond…thai cooking lesse…art exhibitions in klein ateljees in ‘n hoekie van die stad…rooiwyn en cabaret…mooi foto’s…urban klere… Kamersvol op Lourensford…


nuwe polo…top biling…
pekanneut kaaskoek…
jou blog "

Inge- you rock babes!

one day two days three days

Poem for him

where there is love and coffee... and
laughter


and the food is burnt and so is my fingertips
and it doesn't hurt

The weeks are such neat little boxes
Each bow-tied, with myriad moments and stings and songs

The boxes stack up quickly.
when you blink- you have a pyramid of 7.
What are we building and do we like/ endorse the end-product?

life... and death

The previous two poems were an attempt to make sense of a tragic and sudden fatal sky-diving accident of a Paarl-lady in her 30's.
She is leaving two young boys behind. Lorenzo and Luca.

It made me think... what we leave behind... our legacy.
the lingering smell of our personality

May this be a special time of Love, with Valentines' now an after-thought, of love in all its forms and flavours.