"drakensberg" poems
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.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
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...
Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 7:53 PM UTC
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…
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC