A life less lived
A life less livedThan experiencedIn dreamy reality
Poem
In the silence of summer standing
In the silence of summer standingAlone with youWithin these green wallsOf forest quietWith our remembrancesOf life and loveAnd beingWithin the
The Selfless Flame
The candle in the corner splutters and diesFading slowly to dimnessCasting strange dancing shadows on the wallsUntil it is engulfed
An ending we have in darkness
An ending we have in darknessAnd a beginning.’Twixt theseAn emptiness of pain.
Go not sad
Go not sad into that endless nightBut know that I live in youIn those dark, warm recesses of your heartAnd
At Swartmodder – II
The corrugated roof cracks and moansIn the still midday heatNo breeze breaks this spellOf shimmering mirageOn the rock-strewn ridgesThe cows
At Swartmodder – I
Moon shining downUpon a lunar landscapeOf reds and browns and pinks and blacks and greys and greensShimmering in the heatOf
The Sin of Underprivilege
And another one diesOf AIDS, of TB, of cancerWhat does it matter?We don’t careWhy should we?It doesn’t affect usSecure in