Frank Meintjies Poems

Go hard, go easy;
the hills set
in the folds of an orange afternoon
a country rises from the mist
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dressed in allover blue
the clocking of your card
momentary freeze-frame
before
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during the week nelson mandela died
death lost its sting

a small yellow bird came
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they are out tonight
white paint conceals their oh so normal faces
the wild chanting
hides well their normalness and neighbourness
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from the bottom draw
i withdraw my things
wrapped in a piece of musty cloth
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We write what we like
because
when some of us die
or disappear, like jensma
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(my homecoming)

you get off the train
step into a griminess
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the languid lion lifts his mane
tattoo-like scars on forelimbs & face
the aftermath of many scraps, once to the edge
of life; an easy-like-sunday-morning gaze
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A surface of quotidian streets
and slow steps
the time, with few seekers
too many defenders
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The queen
came walking
down the generations
down terraced times
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