Anand Brown Poems
|1.||From Dusk To Death||4/23/2014|
|2.||Death, Where Is Your Anchor?||4/23/2014|
|4.||Mother From A Foreign Land||6/9/2014|
|5.||Baby In The Drain||6/9/2014|
|7.||Beach I Claim You||6/10/2014|
|9.||Conceived In Silence||6/10/2014|
|11.||A Paupers Prayer||6/10/2014|
|12.||For The Khoisan - Son Of Man||6/9/2014|
|14.||Trials Of Life||4/15/2014|
|15.||Flesh Is Not Flesh||8/21/2013|
|16.||Africa Is Dark||4/23/2014|
|17.||Life On Earth||4/23/2014|
|18.||I Call Her Sarah||4/23/2014|
|19.||On And On And On||4/23/2014|
|20.||First Letter To Myself||4/30/2014|
|21.||Bitter But Better||4/16/2014|
|23.||I Don'T Need Much||4/23/2014|
|24.||Awake In The Morning||4/23/2014|
Awake In The Morning
Have you ever been awake in the morning?
To see the golden
Line hug the horizon when
Sun meets Earth.Feel the
Cool-cool breeze upon your face,
As it holds onto the air,
While sparrows shake their fluffy bodies
In a ceremonial preparation for the day.
The silent noise that overwhelms the
Aura of order over the dead people,
Cadaverous with sleep!
Roosters boisterously lift their heads acutely into the air
And proclaim to the heavens above
That night has lost the battle.
The fog sits pleasantly over
And the trees ...
The gong of the sun rises upon a dusty plain where comparitive kids join to welcome the heat haste day.
They are unwashed by waters and standards of civility, but when they play they hug the world and their laughter creates a tune.
As the hot pots of pap simmer in the rays of the eye in the sky, mothers wash small babies under dripping taps of little water
Their love escapes them as they carress these little beings with kisses and song, as babies giggle and look up to the heavens with a twin