alan pieterse

Rookie (09/10/1960 / port elizabeth, south africa)

Coming Up For Air - Poem by alan pieterse

...let me see,

the ways i love thee, , ,

to let go, to climb that tree

although i have always been

afraid of heights.

to run, barefoot, splish-splash

at the water's edge, being silly

(a different kind of hill-billy..)

carving your name in the sand,

then cry a silent tear when

the tide's remorseless march,

erased your excistence,

leaving there just a smooth

canvass of sand....

If i could, i would

write your name boldly

in the sky and shout out....

for her, i would die.

you are the firefly

in my heart...

lighting those dark corners

where my soul so often hides.

I drink the words from your lips,

with an eagerness that

is almost desperate...

slaking the parched and arid soul.

But when i look around,

i see those dull, uncomprehending faces,

staring,

their unspoken accusations, like a loose

stone in your shoe, probing, chaffing.

All i want to be,

to be with you.

to be with you, so

i can find me.

Words lie stillborn,

heavy and foul,

when all i wanted to say,

to whisper,

to shout

i love you........................


Comments about Coming Up For Air by alan pieterse

  • (6/13/2008 8:31:00 AM)


    Alan, there are moments of delight in this poem...and yet there is excess. I believe poetry should be 'boiled down to a fine crystal.' You need to boil this a bit more...but you do have some lovely images. Dont lose them.

    Raynette
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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2008



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