“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”
― Paulo Coelho,
Earthlings are not meant to stay,
they soar into the milky way,
their auras shine like sacred jewels,
decorated with cosmic hues.
They evanesce into the light,
never forgotton, nor out of sight.
yellow and frayed,
of life portrayed!
Their resonance is boundless praise,
transfigured by eternity’s gaze!
Day Two of Na/GloPoWriM..
“Not sure what i’m doing, just living in the moment, and trying to fulfill the next prompt”
“i thought you were so beautiful
a goddess in my sight
i wanted to be like you
so talented and so bright”
“you were young, my darling
with stars in your eyes
a whimsical dreamer
unaccustomed to lies”
“i compared myself to you
and never knew my own worth
i failed in the world’s eyes
and bitterly lamented my birth”
“my darling, you are perfect
resembling the Divine
you’re gifted and gentle
transcendent and undefined”
“and when I made the Earth, I had already imagined your likeness!”
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
― Pink Floyd
when i was a child you said some words,
now i know,
it seems absurd,
but on that day,
i changed forever
perhaps i should’ve just said
but i let it grow into my bones,
those words stung
when i was alone,
you never knew the harm you did,
i was just a defenceless kid!
but i grew to believe those words,
a thing you shouldn’t
say to girls,
and now i am grown,
what can i say,
in remembrance of that hurtful day.
I’ll shout it out….
“I’m not a bitch!”
even scream it
at fever pitch!
i remember the trees crumpled in shame,
when you called me,
forgiveness has always been my quest,
but never say,
When I was young my Father gave me a Kodak Polaroid camera.
I loved taking snapshots of my Son’s, and seeing the results instantly.
In 1986 Kodak left South Africa as a protest against the Apartheid Regime.
Sadly I never got to use the camera again because film was no longer available.
“Don’t you know Yet? It is your light that lights the World.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi
Some years back, a couple from Uganda came to stay with us.
Each time we returned home, even after a quick trip to the nearby store,
they would say; “Welcome back”!
We asked them why they welcomed us back every time, and they explained that in Uganda there were times when friends or family would leave home and never return.
They also told us how they walked for an hour to the nearby village just to enjoy a soft serve ice cream or a cold drink. Things we take for granted every day.
This left a deep impression on me, and I often think of them with great fondness.
They epitomized love and grace.
She loved his beautiful country
the place that he called home.
There were those summers
at lake Kariba,
at Victoria falls.
Delightful drives on Sundays,
and tea at quaint Cafes.
Magical holidays in Beira
and visits from friends overseas.
There was such joy
being in a large family,
and the school run
never got her down.
The early years were so simple,
into attending those plays.
A bit of Culture she would tell us
seemed to lack.
The “Sound of Music”
was her favourite,
and Shakespeare her delight.
She would blissfully quote the Bard’s poetry,
his more intense works.
When they moved homes
with unspeakable frequency
she seemed to keep a brave face,
but in retrospect I knew,
Family and friends
crowded around her
always with love and care,
and sometimes to help her pack.
The years flew by,
and the kids left home,
and they forgot why they fell in love
Depression and sorrow
wounded her heart
as the distance between them grew.
The empty nest became
with almost no will to live.
She was going through the motions
of what should have been
a fulfilling and beautiful life.
She joined the Angels at 61,
our bright and shining star.
She was far too young to leave us
I feel the immeasurable gap.
The tears well up
when I think of her glorious face.
Her legacy of love is around me
on remembering her joy and her mirth.
and I still feel her warmth
I know where she’s gone,
there is dancing,
somewhere above the despair.
Tears have dissolved into laughter.
There’s a sense that I’ll see her again.