To be what makes a difference
In all we know to be
Is something of significance
And as yet we have to see
One last second is all that I ask
Albeit the years have passed like the
swarms and flocks and schools and tribes
in numbers as great as the pain I have.
We walked this day downtrodden
as asphalt and pitiless penny
what justice there is in violence,
I know not,
(God's words to a newly created angel)
Seedling, born of light's majestic sproute
Of love's unconditional, unending hum
I grew up in South-Africa and, heaven knows, I'm still growing. I find poetry to be a canvass of the mind where I can 'paint' my ideas and release my feelings to the world. This also allows me to revisit past ideas and wisdom; I adore my own poems for their vast differences. I am very eccentric and as time passes my thoughts and perspective on life ...