YURI DURAAN Poems

You will not see my exit,
your eyes not seeing me tonight

You will not see my back turned
...

Butterflies and little girls are
almost exactly the same
The only things that differ are
the letters in their names
...

I know I shouldn’t
but sometimes even I,
the generous,
no personal space-
...

Kaalvoet en gewillig kom
lê ek my in jou mikke neer
jou oksels beur teen my lyf
en jou bas skaaf my vel...
...

I see you looking at me.
You are no-one special, you know...

the way you stand near me,
...

I am watching a man eating
at a restaurant.
He eats daintily,
carefully selecting his portions,
...

It is a process, you see…

First it starts with a deep realization
so deep that it is easy to ignore,
...

It is like that silence between two
acts of a play
when the curtain falls
and it is dark…
...

I do not remember the time
when I still had a choice…
These matters used to
be so clear to me:
...

My mother is real...

she is not the person described in
many odes and poems
...