Margaret Alice Poems

How awful, the ghosts of the nun’s biography
are alive in my mind, I cried as I walked down
the street, the songs in my earphones didn’t
enter my head, I’m still crying about Gabrielle
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My positive book says I’m free
and empowered, decided to test
their theory by ordering hot chocolate
and ice-cream, dipping the ice-cream
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Every beautiful word ever written, every
enchanting idea, every wonderful story,
every great myth about precession, all
legends about courage and strength
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Foreground me and background me
are different, background me has too
many feelings, foreground me – the
mask I wear – must remain the same,
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Came across the acronym RAS, looked
it up, time dilation - I stood transfixed by
the delight of what I came across:
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Twelve years old and having fun writing
essays, NOBODY gets full marks for
composition we are told, but that
was fine with everyone
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Long, desultory periods of waiting in
a sea softly undulating like a sinuous
snake, interspersed by short periods of
furious waves breaking, diving into them,
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A wet swimsuit to stay cool, nose running,
I’m bored, inadvertently complain I don’t
have a book; you give me “The John Maxwell
Daily Reader” while preparing mushrooms
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Driving back from Newcastle in Kwa-Zulu
Natal, potholes abound, Charlestown, then
Volksrust, also Standerton, concentrating
to miss those dreaded pockmarks that can
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Luckily I was armed against this contingency –
you and Tiaan laughing at car programs, I’ve
got a hole in my heart, nowhere to park my
restless mind, no way to harness my
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