Isaac Abrahams

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My teacher believed I would be published before I was 19. My teacher however did not take into considerations the wrong choices I would make during my last three years of school and the years after school. I started writing again two years ago. Picked up again on a movie script I started writing while still in school as well as other short stories I was working on at the time. Lately it seems as if something is driving me. I make notes of ideas I have to work through when I have the time. The poems I posted is part of a collection of five poems. The two I posted here is to test what you think of my work. The other three will not be posted as I am working on a collection of poems which I hope to submit to a publisher next year. For this reason I beg you; 'Please let me know what you think of my writing. Negative comments and advice is dearly welcome.' I am also writing in my home language, Afrikaans, after refusing to use the language as a form of protest during the Apartheid years. I was forced to use it at school as I was enrolled at an Afrikaans school by my parents. I did my studies after school in English. My Afrikaans teacher at school and later one of my lecturers at college said I was selling myself short not using my home language, to which I replied on both occasions: 'How can I when there are people in our country who are forced to use it in their schools and universities because it was government policy and not their wish to do so.' I now teach Afrikaans to Black South Africans who choose to study it.)

The Best Poem Of Isaac Abrahams

How Ironic

in the veld it is a beautiful
leaf carpet
a feast for the eye

in the yard
in the street
in front of the house

it's one big mess…

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