Johan Fourie Poems
4 At Dusk, They Join The Circle
...at dusk, at times
they arrive, the wolf pack
they came in stealth, silenty and quitely. just suddenly here
...knowing their purpose and my role
......at dusk, they join the circle
of ghosts those absent and memories of the past, and me
....and we all sit and look, quitely, words not required, sensing, knowing
......at dusk in the circle, we..... the wolves, sit
eyes glowing, saliva from the run on chins, fangs shiny
...and for awhile there is silence... nothing said, thought
.....then the leader of the pack speaks using no words
you are one of ...
On Hearing Of Love
On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved
like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you’ve been,
remember how much your imagination created for you.
This first, and then the rest—the lesser loves—
that you experienced and enjoyed
in your life: the more real and tangible.
Of loves like these you were not deprived.
some unknown poets' wisdom