Zandi Wardle [.] (South Africa)
Biography of Zandi Wardle
Author of the poetry book titled: Thoughts of a Twin Girl. Film maker and writer / director of a film titled: Lindeni. Artist, song writer and Song Bird.
Zandi Wardle's Works:
Thoughts Of A Twin Girl
Zandi Wardle Poems
Oh restore me and fix me as you, Mold me gently and breathe in me a new spirit. I am like a lost bird that has built a nest in a forbidden tree. Oh how I need you to own me in your courtesy and make me a new creature.
Lend Me Your Shoe Strings
Lend me your shoe strings for the journey ahead is great! As I take a step each day, I will not go with my shoes untied in this bumpy field, The thorns that grow in those bushes could pierce my feet and poke my ankles, The journey has begun, oh out of my way please!
I Fell But I Am Rising
Flashes blink bright as they flicker against my eyes, It’s like an illusion that is meant to intentionally illustrate something My vision Is almost unclear, To me…It feels like a warning… oh well, I fell but I am rising.
You left my heart pouring with sadness when you said: You liked her… All this time I thought you were feeling me but instead I was lying to myself; I didn’t see the signs clearly,
I Love You
I write what I feel and I treasure what I love… Hello. A thought of you stimulates my brain, It Allows me to smile making my heart almost skip a beat,
Maybe you haven’t been warned Maybe you took me for granted Oh yes you underestimated me, But I say…try me! ! !
By The Bench.
I have come to think that maybe love isn’t for me. Each time, I hope; crossing my fingers that the one I meet is the one. I have quit looking for the best qualities but I now hope for the one who’ll make me smile. I have fed my brain with knowledge that could help me get prepared for this war,
It Scares Me
I’m haunted by my own thoughts. I feel like my head is heavy, my brain is overwhelmed, If I were to put it all in painting… it would be surreal. It all provokes the inner me, I sit by myself thinking,
Tear Me Apart
Oh tear me apart and keep torturing me Make me sad and see me unhappy Let me regret loving a fool With your deeds... let me stay, Let others keep asking why I dwell?
This wound hurts internally, Yet it causes me to scratch vigorously, I guess it would have been better if it were external. My skin is now bruised from my nails that keep fidgeting.
How Do I Let Him Know?
I see him every day, and every time feels like the very first How do I let him know how I feel? His presence is so refreshing, it makes my mood better. He smiles at me at times, but how will I know if he is not just being polite.
Something Good Is About To Happen
When something great is about to happen, I feel it in the palm of my hand, I hear the rythems grinding from the roots of solid grounds and I see it with my visionery eyes as it all blossoms as a thought of faith...
Effortlessly, it all falls into place just know, it's time.
Let my mind flourish in great memories as I escape into a world I once lived in. let my mind be neurished in the thoughts of my own past... When my loved ones still lived, when my dreams seamed real...