Unseen

As I stand in my cage,

constrained by walls of dust,

unseen by the  masses.

I, sentinel unseen.

 

To you, I’m but an eagle on a perch,

scanning the horizon –

No thought unturned,

Nothing unseen.

 

To sit, solitary.

To stand, alone.

As time moves –

a silent tide.

 

I eat music

and spew art.

I drink oblivion

and birth poetry.

 

Long nights drip from my pen,

woven stars from silver thread.

Petals of blood, and love.

A solitary heartbeat.

 

I dance pain,

throwing beauty around.

I wear tears

and millstones, like pearls, around my neck.

 

I breathe the dust

of forgottenness,

an unseen pillar.

Guardian of thought, unseen.

 

I am the unseen.

My trails of art,

a veil slightly pierced.

Meagre witness of my being.

 

Tears are naught.

Only frustration remains.

Marks left on paper,

Still cry my silent tears.

 

 

 

 

Protest

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Two hearts locked in battle.

Opposing forces,

celestial bodies,

destined to collide.

 

He left her there,

on the steps, in the road.

Betrayal complete –

to melt away with the wind and rain.

 

So she turned.

Not asking why.

No protest –

to move with the wind and rain.

 

To seek refuge elsewhere,

or not.

For what good does it do?

Sand brushed from disciple feet.

 

She journeys onward

for life or death’s embrace.

Her last protest –

To stand alone:

 

A saline pillar in the wind and rain.

 

 

 

 

 

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My tears fall,

like soft summer rain,

but it’s the winter of the heart.

 

Once more, I stand on life’s pier.

A lonely figure in the mist,

A pitiful phantom.

 

Now, your time has come –

the journey where I cannot follow.

Already the whisper: “Let me go”

 

Once more, death’s veil will fall.

Of water and mist,

Of silence and sorrow.

 

Today I lost my shadow.

Today my arm was severed.

Today my heart stopped.

 

I grabbed my chest.

I bent over.

In that moment my tears contained all the world’s sorrow.

 

This, life’s vertigo:

No up, no down,

No forward or backward.

 

The way is shut.

 

And so, you pass into memory –

Of dreams and whispers,

of sleep and death.

 

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Jy was die naaste wat iemand soos ek ooit aan ‘n kind kon kom. Dankie vir al jou liefde. Jy was my ou skaduweetjie. Ek sou enigiets gee om jou net nog ‘n klein rukkie te kon vashou.

Jou ogies het deur my ruite gekyk,

Jy het vlindersag my mure afgebreek.

Jou hart het myne – beseerde soldaat – gesteun terwyl dit voort gehunkepink het –

tydelike rus in die lopende herstel.

 

 

 

 

My life’s breath

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Slowly I make my way

across vast plains of stone.

I share the benefit of shelter

in palaces I do not own.

 

Slowly I weave my silver chain –

String-of-pearls for no one’s neck.

Glassy baubles, not to adorn.

Lacy cards within my deck.

 

Beauty is my spider’s craft.

It gives me life’s breath.

Perhaps, not to share therein,

I weave of love and death.

 

 

Graceful

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She glides across life,

maintaining the delicate dance.

Serenely, she goes through her paces,

but never showing her cards.

 

The tender thread holds,

never letting her stray far.

A life imprisoned,

sustaining her existence.

 

She dances across the ages,

her petals slowly unfurl.

Of porcelain and silk –

steel and ice unseen.

Silence

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The walls around my heart

surround a place never seen.

They drift like icebergs

in the oceans of my mind.

I sit by my window,

a tiny shadow without name.

In the darkness I wait,

playing Solitaire with my loneliness.

The hours begin to drip,

forming droplets on the window’s glass,

running down

and settling in pools at my feet.

Your silence,

the lashes of a whip,

has become a map on my skin.

Lines carved on my back and wrists.

My unsent letters lie crumpled on the floor.

Paper dogs producing offspring,

little paper mongrels

nipping at my heels.

The walls around my heart

have become walls around me,

staring with faces unseen

and mouths that do not speak.

I float around

in the oceans of my mind.

My heart is now a stone

to drown me with its weight.

Silence is not silent.

It leans across the table,

it screams in my face

like a Banshee.

Sadness is not sad.

It flies in through the window,

under darkness’ tender blanket

like a raven.

It is I –

held by Sadness, gagged by Silence,

standing by the window –

mouth saying nothing, eyes seeing nought.

Depression/SAD

I felt I had to say something on the subject.

There are so many people suffering from this as well as related issues. It’s become a huge problem. The worst is the loneliness. Those who don’t suffer from it often find it difficult to understand what it’s like to have to live through this, so we feel alone, even though we’re surrounded by people.

I’ve just suffered a relapse during the turning of the season: no energy, suddenly eating like a crazed lunatic, no inspiration and no interest in anything, crying incessantly for no apparent reason, doubt, self-doubt, fear… The list is endless. I have the ADHD/OCD thing too, urgh!

So I wrote this poem, because the first prompt I got just as my health started to improve, was ‘Silence’. If you’re a sufferer, just remember that you’re not alone!

I’ve made it my mission to fight this condition with all I’ve got. This led me to find out more about improving my lifestyle. Still learning everyday, but it really helps a lot! 

PS. I would love to hear from you! Feel free to share your story.

WE ARE PUBLISHED!!! – #PoetsForPeace

This is awesome!!!

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Hello Everyone!

Michael, Marie and I are so excited to announce that #PoetsForPeace is now LIVE and PUBLISHED in Praxis Magazine Online! We are so grateful to  Laura M Kaminski and Tee Jay Dan, editors at Praxis, for giving us this wonderful opportunity and working tirelessly in helping us get published!

We would especially like to thank all our contributors who helped make this project successful! We could not have done this without you!

You can view and download the publication here: http://www.praxismagonline.com/peace-poem-2016-poetsforpeace-collaboration/

We are thrilled that this collaboration will also be archived in the ‘Stanford University Archive’ of the ‘100,000 Poets for Change’ collection!

We hope you can all join us next year as we aim to make #PoetsForPeace a growing annual event!

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Cheers to #PoetsForPeace!

Michael, Marie & Neha

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