Elna Nel Poems

bring my heart
out of the brunt
of the breathless sand
the ankles
...

you are wet from dew
your soul is pure
you are so beautiful
like the traceless desert
...

who persuaded me
to leave you
my soul is turned up
my heart dropped
...

I wanted to see
how the colors
of the lifting sun
catch your soul
...

when my heart
remembers
the tears
of the morning-dew
...

my beloved
is a gazelle
among men
his existence
...

now that the cold is giving way
swallows are preparing and drawn
to this country's seasonal rue
I find myself much more aware
...

two proteas pincushion pie
one is dead and one is alive
one day one might understand
but could never really explain
...

who would be alone
with your eyes asking
"tell me what hurts"
red knife green fork
...

l)
plant in me
sounds of blessings
to reach my ear
...