VERDAMPEND Poem by Wilma Stockenström
VERDAMPEND
Noudat ek brosser beginne word,
weet ek nie meer so mooi
hoe ek dit het en waar ek hoort.
Die son die brand my skouerknoppe
bruin soos beskuit se ronde korsies.
Ek was so'n sappige kind!
'n Hele tagtig persent water
gerangskik om 'n skelet
nogal met skarniere toegerus
sodat ek die aarde kon bewandel,
vol verwondering kon raak aan
ander saamgestel soos ek: water
water water water water en.
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