.....Poetry Poem by Johan Fourie

I know not from where the poetry in me came
It come not from the streets
.....or the buildings, or the people I know, or books I read.
...it found me that year..1994
It...was like the hunger in my belly
...like a hunger I felt it there, in the belly first

It was exasperated and lost, there in the beginning
...for as it found me it was rejoicing, uplifting, exited
...but soon it was frustrated, lost, then sad
....for my mind, nor my fingers could express
....for neither my hearing, tongue or vision could see the poetry
...the poetry which I felt, craved for, yearned for
...and always knew were there

...and then greedily, like the thirsty and starving hungry
I gulped and swallowed and consumed
...emosions, souls and spirits, and hunting were-wolves
...the fibre, the essense, the nuance, the texture of paletted colour
.....in this couldron of spirit, soul, emotions, mind and body flowed forth
....nourishment, to feed a thousand for a thousand nights, years and eons
...and cloth’e the earth like green foliage to hide its nakedness from the sun at sunrise.........,
and this foliage also then to protect the virgin soil come the night frost

for in the bitter bright of day all exposed, brutallity, heartache, pain and joy and love as well...........
for in the bitter harsh frosted night all exposed, brutality, heartache, pain and joy and love as well.........
so then, be it a blanket of words, verbs, phrases to remember, hold, contain and protect a brighter better morrow..........