Drakensberg poems on Hello Poetry

Alyssa Underwood Aug 2018

We're forced, each man, to walk a trialed path—
resisted trek, uphill through blinding daze
that shrouds with crucible's perplexing haze
till fog-white skies yield quick to black clouds' wrath.
Affliction brims a thorny pack to bear
whilst dewy darkness drenches in the night,
but where is calming lamp to lend us sight?
And who will come to give us saving care?
Here through veil is heard a whisper certain,
then o'er the mountain creeps the dawning day
and with clear eyes we see the brume give way
as God retracts His theatre's curtain,
unsheathing velvet waves whose morning sheen
beyond grey mist splays vast and wondrous green.

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"I will exalt You, LORD,
    for You lifted me out of the depths
    and did not let my enemies gloat over me.
LORD my God, I called to You for help,
    and You healed me.
You, LORD, brought me up from the realm of the dead;
    You spared me from going down to the pit.
Sing the praises of the LORD, you His faithful people;
    praise His holy name.
For His anger lasts only a moment,
    but His favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may stay for the night,
    but rejoicing comes in the morning.
When I felt secure, I said,
    'I will never be shaken.'
LORD, when You favored me,
    You made my royal mountain stand firm;
but when You hid Your face,
    I was dismayed.
To You, LORD, I called;
    to the Lord I cried for mercy:
'What is gained if I am silenced,
    if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise You?
    Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
Hear, LORD, and be merciful to me;
    LORD, be my help.'
You turned my wailing into dancing;
    You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent.
    LORD my God, I will praise You forever."

~ Psalm 30

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1464179/the-beauty-behind-the-fog/

#sonnet #bowlesiansonnet #trials #affliction #darkness #confusion #fog #dawn #sunrise #morning

Carlo C Gomez Jan 2023

Prologue to a Dream on Drakensberg

Trust the sun (she says)
her first rays when creation was young
and God's window opened outward
as a place of worship
born to be breathtaken
daylight imploring for companionship
and bleeding into itself
as it bleeds into the worshipper.

She notices that her own taste
in repeating patterns doesn’t mesh
with the apparently similar
patterns in Drakensberg
they obey a different logic, and the friction
between them generates
a fascinatingly ambiguous color.

Tinctured cathedral of time passing
on its first layer of stairs...

In homage of The Great Escarpment, a major topographical feature in Africa that consists of steep slopes from the high central Southern African plateau.

#escarpment #mountain #nature #africa #homage #glory #creation #sun

Lengau Dikotsi May 2015

Where I am from

I am from tiny small town where                                                                                      a mountain looms above the village.                                                                           The height of the hill prevents the eye                                                                     of heaven from shining.                                                                                                   Yet the winter night persuade its day                                                                          to set early.
I am from the land of ****** bliss                                                                                  than the internal.                                                                                                                     Love and tenderness is the first                                                                                         option to suffocate…                                                                                               Jealousy, Hatred, and disrespect                                                                         amalgamated where I am from.
Yet, I am from where I come from.                                                                                   My town, My Kasi, My land, my soil.
I am from a village like town right in                                                                               the medial of lowland of mount horeb                                                           Between the Drakensberg.
Where the beautiful daffodils grow
Just beside the stream that flows                                                                           gradually, giving the inner roots                                                                 opportunity to select its necessities.
“I am from small family in the medial   of Clarens.”
I am from family full of love and affection.                                                              Ubuntu and joy perfect its image.                                                                                 Yet we are not that bold to be in everyone’s                                                Eyebrow, but I am from the family of Lengau.
The only unique family from love to respect.
I am from the family of MaLengau,                                                                          the loving and caring woman of Bakoena.                                                                                                        I am from the family of four gentle guys                                                                                                 and three ladies.
I am from Clarens, town among towns…

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