Charl JF Cilliers

Gold Star - 5,763 Points (25 January 1941 / Cape Town, South Africa)

Stranded On Shore’s Edge - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

The south-east wind sends scraps
of the world to my door;
distorted lamppost shapes,
ghostly hunched forms, explore
the world around me in hollow gusts.

I am an object of scrutiny. There are
in this remote place no welcome guests:
what belongs here must travel far
from almost forgotten places.

This is a murky world cut off
from the warmth of familiar faces
and habit or ritual or comfortable love.

The south-east wind sings only the driest
of songs and the small rain cannot rain down;
absent calls of birds cut deep
into empty air: nothing is where
it belongs; nothing takes definite shape:

formless sounds and shadows surround
me: it is the need to know what they are
that keeps me from leaving here.

Topic(s) of this poem: creativity

Form: Verse


Comments about Stranded On Shore’s Edge by Charl JF Cilliers

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/11/2015 8:16:00 AM)


    The south-east wind sings only the driest
    of songs and the small rain cannot rain down;
    absent calls of birds cut deep
    into empty air: nothing is where
    Beautiful lines superb poem with nice images, thanks for sharing.
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    Charl Cilliers (11/11/2015 11:43:00 AM)

    Sincerely grateful that the poem gave you pleasure, Shakil!
    Have a lovely evening. Charl

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015



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