After the rain
Christmas holidays, packing and off
to the Cape, the garden shining green
after the rain, isn’t it strange that we
always leave at the most beautiful
time of the year
At the moment all is chaos and confusion,
the kitchen a mess with teas and sponges
everywhere, plastic containers for left-
over food and the sun setting outside
against a purple sky
These are the best times of our lives, the
holidays just starting and all potential out
there to be collapsed into a few beautiful
blooms of events, hope always springs
anew that this year
Will be the most wonderful, ideas for making
new plans for the next year and so the cycle
goes on…
28 November 2013
What To Do
Drove off in a flurry of bags and complaints,
arrived in the Karoo and felt soothed by the
mountains and hardy veld, small birds in red
and yellow and a big fire to compliment the
atmosphere, drove on to the Cape
Overcast and the sea greenish grey, we are
caught in work mode and my walk on the
beach just proved that my legs are weak,
worried about tomorrow as feelings
change and old age will bring
More sorrow - then you promised things will
be different when your duty is done and you
can relax and savour the moment - wishing I
could escape this moment and wake up in a
new mental state
As my colleague said, we all suffer from
Stockholm syndrome – unsure what to do
with the new freedom the holidays brought…
30 November 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem