Biography of Adrian Flett
Born in Pietermaritzburg (1936) and grew up on a farm in the Richmond area. Farm schooled in my early years and then Richmond School, from age 8 years. Maritzburg College,1950-1953.
Managed branches of United Bank at Rosettenville, Braamfontein and Springs. Self-employed Accounting and Tax Practice from 2001-2015. Now living in Howick. Studied through UNISA majoring in English. Widowed with four children and seven grandchildren. I started writing at an early age, short stories, poems and three novels to date.
Adrian Flett's Works:
All the gods must smile: broadcast by SABC 29th June 1992
Lady in waiting: broadcast by SABC 29th December 1994
Fidelities 2000-2002, VI-IX, A selection of contemporary poetry from South Africa.
Addington Beach 1.
Addington Beach 2,
When I jog.
In Crossways Inn.
Adrian Flett Poems
Were I To Lose Her Now
I met an old man he ought to know and he said, "If you love her let her go."
At Humanity's Door
At Humanity's Door Without bias or malice then the children that once we knew
In Cat Cave
Climbing out of Cat Cave, the others far ahead, I felt the sense the intense presence,
A Time To Come A Time To Go
Memories arrive unannounced in the head, much inclined to hold in thrall, let them bounce about, and fill the mind.
WINNIE-THE-POOH is turning ninety two So what can we do? Say thanks to A A Milne, for you.
You, a fresh mountain breeze, flush away all musty web-dross of old links, long trapped in corners of my mind.
In sporadic sleep, self-maligned muttering swims the hulk of contriteness, floats in circles; returns to argue each fine point of stupidity.
Anno Domini 2018
Mendacity abounds in this year. Honesty, its antonym, seldom heard amid falsehoods fabrications spuriousness, dishonesty terminological in-exactitudes.
Landing At Heathrow
Over heads of fellow travellers and padded backrests through the mean slot of cabin's port I peer at the sliver in the east
Felling A Tree
Think before you fell a tree, think again and let it be. At the host, the very core
Defence Of Dandelions
Given half a chance dandelions will dance, if left alone, at best they don't seem such a pest.
In A Dark Recess
In a Dark Recess In the deep root of the mind the dark recess of the other
At the Cross sacrifice is a need no thought if straight the way. At crossroads we plead a proxy killing, of special other, paid,
As a young girl she would go into the orchard, into the orchard and when the firm red apples were ready to fall, ready to fall
So bleak so empty is the beach to me
as I walk its lonely sand soughing length
in an aura of sunless disbelief,
for while yet you fought for life under theatre's
harsh light and knife in rubber gloved hand,
I was killing time.
At the tide's high line of fragile crust
I find a water smoothed stone and tomorrow