Veranderd, maar steeds nuut: my jongste poging tot poësie.
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. En wragtig goed bedoel.
It seems achieving the simplicity I desperately crave is an impossibly complicated task.
Simon of Cyrene was told to carry Jesus’ cross
he’d set out on his own but violence forced a different coin toss
the heavy burden of fate
had caused him to wait
how often a good deed leads to an enormous loss.
Wherefore art thou at my quest,
when all I honestly intended was rest?
April 19, 2017, at 3:00
About someone, I’ve just met: a limerick.
Nothing wrong with a haiku for a friend getting married in the morning.
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.
The first version of this poem, was written when I was fifteen. Regrettably, it still applies.
Some will be offended, but the time has come to speak harsh words about the murders of those who produce our food.