Charl JF Cilliers Poems

The early-winter sunbird sips
cool sunlight from the garden trough.

In any season it would be enough
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The effusions of crocuses
amidst the gloom of cypresses
is what I sought
to explore as we walked.
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They say the tree
has come to life in leaves.

How true
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Like a blur of words a thick mist covers
the usually sharp-edged images of the town.

Stragglers with their catches hover
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The poem must erupt from the deep
dark, dazzling bowels
of the earth beyond
magma shells of sleep,
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Look and learn
look and learn

as they weave
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Fisher of men
roper of stars
shoals swimming
in the blue depths
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I stand in a room
with mirrors all around

watch myself:
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