In response to Nate’s critique of his own imagery in Break Up
Continue reading “Love is a string of cheese”Love is a string of cheese
Seven seconds
Seven seconds to draw a breath
Revolution
Lovers’ tryst
Prompted by their tryst eternal, Sea sends wave on crashing wave,
Churning, frothing, roiling Ocean, spits her foaming peaks so bright.
Sand awaits impatiently, holding to his word and promise.
Rebuilding Democracy
I wrote this a while back. Still seems relevant.
Apartheid imprisons Equality.
In darkness and solitude, segregated for colour, it breeds with Revolt to produce swearing, jostling words plotting escape.
Freedom creeps out one night, slinking past guards, disguised as Non-violence. Opportunity seeks refuge and gains followers in New York and London.
After twenty-seven years of forced quiet servitude, the prison doors are flung open.
Ideals teeters cautiously, uncertainly at the threshold of its long walk to freedom.
Harmony rolls up its sleeves and rebuilds the nation.
Rebellion and Resistance fall silent, but the heat of their simmering, throbbing heartbeat pulses in the veins of Democracy.
Rising Dawn and Fleeing Passions
I pick my way through clothes, scattered across the floor.
Yanked from our bodies in urgent, heated tugs, they lie jumbled, tumbled,
A confusion of his and hers and yours and mine and who’s sock is this, I can’t quite see?
Fumbling, stumbling, clutching, gathering armfuls as I go,
And So It Goes
Their eyes met, her heart beat a little faster, “hi” she said.
He smiled quietly.
“You’re the one. The one I’ve been searching for all my life,” she said.
He smiled quietly.
