Johan Fourie Poems

……...this thing love? How can it be?
Is it something so fragile! So tender that we’re afraid to touch it
Lest we disturb something that will go away…..
Lest we break some rare precious object or feeling with our touch….
...

It is magic, is life and has fathomless depth and immeasurable significance
……….in expressing truth and projecting innocence, want, desire, pain and gratitude
...

the dark shadows of the past
bracket the the here and now of the present
and create a blinding mirage into a hazy future
...

Terwyl my oë jou beeld gulsig eet belowe jou lippe en tong my die paradys
Jou oë smaragte met beloftes van wellus
Jou lyf geil en wellig soos ryp koring in ‘n mildelike reen jaar
Jou borste swaar in my hande soos middel jaar druiwe trosse
...

………skuins om ‘n draai op die
kronkelpad
...

wil ek, kan ek, mag ek hierdie beker drink?
...vertrou, en weer in die binne kring in te bring?
...blootstel en oopmaak?
...het ek beheer en 'n keuse?
...

...i knowest now
somewhere somehow, I will meet this person, voice a name.........
someday I will find a harbor to anchor the thousand times a thousand phrases with you in a name
...

……..taking love into relating requires a mind shift in our paradigm of way of life
...

........these past few days gone so quitely. quickly
..I got fond and used to
For as I turned and found you in my view, each time
...your gentle breathing smoothed the spikes of unknown gray sounds every night
...

Sweet surrender...................
he folded all his fear
into a perfect rose.
He held it out
...