"sout" poems
die wind
straal
die angst
van my voorkop weg
die skerp sout lug
vul my met
die prag
wat voor my
verskyn
al die onsekerheid
verdwyn
soos sout wat
met water meng
the wind
caresses
my anxiety
away from my brow
the sharp salt air
fills me with
the beauty
that appears
before me
all the uncertainly
disappears
just like salt
that mixes with water
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
Lies,
sweet and sometimes sour,
but mostly sweet,
sweet as they leave the lips of those who say them,
and sweet to the ears that soak up those words,
they drip from the lips like honey,
and clog up like sout in a chimney,
they stop all the truth and let only lies through,
lies are used by all,
from couples through to lovers,
from one man to another,
from a women to a child,
they are in many cases seen as a way of hiding the truth,
the truth that bears the pain of life.
but for all who read this,
i sit here wrting these words and know to myself,
that i cannot bear the lies of others anymore,
i listen to those sweet seductive lies,
how they pour into me,
"i love you",
"i care",
i can no longer stand beside the fakes of this world,
id much rather stand alone then be flooded with lies,
be flooded with sorrow,
sorrow because i know that those words are lies.
lies all of them,
lies
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
As jy weer in jou dagboek skryf
Onthou
Dat daar rede genoeg is
Om te bly vashou
Die goue blaar in die somerson,
En die blou moederkappies
Hulle wag nog steeds vir jou
Teen tafelberg
Waar onskuldige bloed nog steeds
Vermeng is met die sout see water
Daai water wat ons voorouers gedra het naar hierdie land van prag en praal
Het jou bevry en weggedra naar n plek ver hier vandaan
Ook al is ek en jy deur afstand en tyd geskei
Hou ek daai oop bladsy
Van jou treurigheid
Langs my sy
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 7:12 PM UTC