Jare later … steeds onvoltooid.
Category Archives: Afrikaans
Van kind en klip
Van kind en klip
Waar ek woon
Waar ek woon
Die allermooiste Afrikaanse gedigte
Die allermooiste Afrikaanse gedigte is nie in Opperman of Brink se afgryslik uitgedunde samevattings nie – nie in drie dele en amper drie duisend blaaie nie. Alhoewel ek goddank bly is om hulle te hê.
Getting married
Nothing wrong with a haiku for a friend getting married in the morning.
A little rain
I’ve always loved haikus, limericks and all short poetry. This one I wrote in Grade 8 (at 14 years). It was an assignment from a teacher, who is now a colleague and reads this blog. The few drops of rain we’ve had reminded me of this poem.
Traan
The first version of this poem was written when I was fifteen. Regrettably, it still applies.
Uurglas
Words cannot describe the infinity of loss.
My shrink se kat
This category is called “Poemish” because I don’t think of what I write as poetry. I fear calling it that might be too arrogant.
However, this is one attempt of which I remain proud and fond – and I’m as unable as unwilling to change my feelings.
Die Rooi Onderbroek
Hier is ‘n storie wat ek minstens ‘n dekade gelede geskryf het. Ek plaas dit nou vir ingeval Jan dalk weer laatnag wakker is.
Die Rooi Onderbroek
Dit was ’n snikhete warm Karoodag … die dag van die rooi onderbroek. Die hittegolwe het soos ’n drukkende teenwoordigheid op die Karoovlaktes gerus. Die doodse stilte van warm en windlose Karoodae wat stadsmense nie ken nie, het in die atmosfeer oorheers.