Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Accept Your Destiny

young and tender
green and slender
a slip of life
in december
how atypical
how anomalous
'dree your own weird'
it is your fate
it is your destiny
live it well
 © Rose

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Tell Me..

why do you
turn the page
before the 
story is told
do you
hide the truths
or bury the lies
is there a
bitter-sweet
taste
or a sour twist
to your 
tears
as they
roll down
 your face
to touch
your lips
tell me
or
is the end
just
too hard
to take
                                                                          © Rose


Saturday, 10 December 2011

Passing Ships


apparitions float
upon a furrowed ocean
galleons in the mist
© Rose

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

The Communion (Of Souls)

 
"For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart, It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul"                                                              Judy Garland  
Your whispers
flutter inside 
my heart
I drink deeply
from your lips
drenching
my soul
with 
your kisses
Quenching
my thirst
Nurturing
my desire

Your loving
leaves me weak
with hunger
I devour
your ardour
savouring
each pleasure

With each 
ecstasy
our souls 
ascend
A communion
of essences
merging
becoming one
basking 
in the afterglow
of our love
© Rose


       

Friday, 25 November 2011

Poetry Without Words

Without words
Without rhyme
A composition
of love poems

Your kisses
warm lapping waves
whispering
fluttering
quivering
upon my skin

Your touch
gentle as the moon
upon the ocean
rippling
ebbing
flowing

Your sighs
wind swept waves
rising
falling
heaving

An undulation
of passion
spiralling
swelling
surging

Soaring
to a crescendo
The climax
of your love poem
Versifying
your love
for me
© Rose

Thursday, 17 November 2011

The Mutant

Nature buries 
her dead
with compassion
With contempt
Cadavers become
Mutilated wombs
embalmed in leaves
Death breeding life
Genetic mutations
Metamorphosing
into mutants
That prey 
on imagination
© Rose

Friday, 11 November 2011

Monday, 7 November 2011

Monday Blahs...

Tell me why ... I don't like Mondays...
Mondays I feel the way I look

I should remember in future that on weekends  one should never drink on an empty head...

Shock me say something intelligent...Remember its Monday

Are those your legs? Or are you riding a chicken?

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Still

the sun still rises
in rays of golden light
the rain still falls
in gentle whispers
touching the night
i still dream of you
© Rose

Monday, 31 October 2011

Matchstick Girl

Matchstick Girl
hear the forest call
The wind moans
around the trees
Under the leaves
the beetles crawl
Matchstick Girl
follow the sound
Around the trees
Under the leaves
Where the shadows fall
across the ground
Matchstick Girl
see the dancing flame
Around the trees
Under the leaves
Higher and higher
The blazing fire
Matchstick Girl
You'll get the blame
It's still the same
old wicked game
Matchstick Girl
that's your name

'Matchstick Girl
she started the fire!'
'Matchstick Girl
she's such a liar!'
'Lock her up till she dies!
She says she hears
the forest's cries!'

Matchstick Girl
It's not your fault
as you cannot fight
the elemental result
of this ancient rite

Matchstick Girl
dry your tears
truly blessed
is she who hears
© Rose

Thursday, 27 October 2011

Dandelion Moon

reflections of love;
casting a spell on lovers
a dandelion moon
© Rose

Monday, 24 October 2011

Partridges in a Pear Tree


Not exactly partridges in a pear tree but pigeons in the privets.  While these wood pigeons have an early morning feast on the berries it is quite amazing to watch them trying to balance their chubby bodies on the fine branches while choosing the juicyest fruits.

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

The Child Minder


Ask no questions
hear no lies
over the cliff as
the crow flies
that's how it all began
her piercing eyes
unnaturally bright
animated - wild almost
glinted
in the rear view mirror
Unwinding behind us
the long dusty road
spewed billowing clouds
of red dust in our wake
which seemed to merge
with her ginger tresses
Her thin red lips
slashed across her pale face
whiter still her knuckles
gripping the steering wheel
Familiar landmarks flashed by
I counted the windmills
1..2..3..
My stomach wobbled
I bit into my hand
children should be seen not heard
I'll snip off your tongue
and feed it to the birds
children should be seen not heard
4..5..6..
windmills
Cry Baby
dry your tears
nobody cares
nobody hears
Cry Baby
dry your eyes
no body lives
in the skies
Cry baby
save your prayers
nobody listens
 nobody cares
I counted the danger posts
1..2..3..
 red signs
flashed by
The cliff, the cliff
my throat hurt
she mustn't hear
me sobbing
she will be angry
I shut my eyes tight
then even tighter
until I found the white light
The strange silence
folded around me
I felt the wind on my face
I was floating 
light as a feather
Drifting into the eternal silence
until the voices awoke me
the questions
The endless questions
My answers unbelieved
The headlines 
unquestioned
unbelievable
'5 year old girl miraculously
escapes. unscathed, as car plunges
into Duivels Kloof'
The questions
that would shadow me
all my life
because no one believes
in angels
A miraculous escape
that's how it all began
                                                                          © Rose




Friday, 14 October 2011

Heart Song


dancing in shadows;
in the craters of the moon
my heart song echoes
© Rose

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

In Tarns of Limbo

naked as the moon
we bathe in tarns of limbo
time itself stands still
© Rose

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Kiss Me

you're the devil
in disguise
I see the fire
in your eyes
don't tell me lies
just kiss me
I'm no angel
and I want you
but I want to
go to heaven
without dying
so kiss me
© Rose

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Venus

she touches the night
Venus rising in the sky
dare to dream - to love
© Rose

Sorry folks, this is Jupiter with its moons Lo, Ganymede and Europa not Venus as first suggested. My sincere apologies. Sorry Venus :)

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Squirrel Pie II






Squirrel and Magpie playing tag in the back yard. They had me in stitches with their antics!
They are so cute these two :)

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

He ..The Sun

He...The Sun

A weak sun drizzles through the frosted pane
draping the window in pale yellow rain
His strength the likeness of threadbare chiffon
He gleans the glad rag the cat preens upon
He pours himself into a tepid puddle
and curls up there for a fuzzy cuddle
He greedily licks at the chilblained hearth
and dulls the embers to suck up some warmth

Ten o' clock comes, he's all over the place
He prods and he probes and he gets in my face
He mocks my wrinkles and fingers the dust
He freckles and fades and bleaches with gust
He beams himself up and he rays around
and scowls at a timid dust bunny he's found
He stretches, rises and glowers up there
so I draw drab drapes to avoid his glare
© Rose

Monday, 26 September 2011

A Melody

sparkling with sunshine
a melody of water
anoints the forest
© Rose

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Hope

expecting the worst
passive-aggressive rainbows
hoping for the best
© Rose

Monday, 19 September 2011

Neon Sunsets

between neon sunsets
and concrete dawns
in a city that never sleeps
we are robbed of our dreams

on a bed of lies
and broken promises
we drift apart
weaving dreams
of another time
but it's all a lie

we drift apart
conceiving dreams
as time ticks over

our emotions
cocooned
in hostile womb
waiting
to be expelled
like afterbirth
and
like frail moths
they too will be drawn

to the lights, the pulse
of the city that never sleeps
dying to live, living to die
between concrete dawns
and neon sunsets
© Rose

Thursday, 15 September 2011

The Librarian

it was just a bet he'd had with his mate
to ask the drab librarian out on a date
she said she'd cook it was better that way
it suited him well, he would not have to stay

the yellow flowers were an afterthought
the wine however was carefully sought
to accompany a vegetarian course
a quick meal and exit without remorse

he'd figured as she was so painfully shy
she'd get rid of him quick with a veg stir fry
yet the aroma wafting through the door
was pleasing his senses more and more
tomato, basil, garlic and origanum
he hadn't figured her a pasta woman
gone was his quick meal and exit then
he tried to think of some excuse when
she opened the door and let him in

the sight of her took him by surprise
gone was the drab librarian disguise
she was barefoot and her hair was wet
she'd had a shower but not dressed yet
she smiled as she took the flowers and wine
he notice that she glanced at the time
the table was bare not laid for two
on the stove a pan with tomato stew
his heart sank at her apparent haste
this perfect evening would go to waste
he look around her cosy home, then
pictured himself at home alone, when
she said 'I'm cooking a three hour sauce,
we can take our time over the first course'

They sat and watched the morning sun rise
breakfast at least would be no surprise
© Rose

Monday, 12 September 2011

Autumn Spun Wind


is it an angel's breath
against my cheek
warm as a golden ray
or an autumn spun wind
with its soothing caress
that brightens up my day

is it an angel's wing
against my skin
a touch as soft as dew
or an autumn spun wind
with its soothing caress
that makes me think of you

is it an angel's voice
so mellow and sweet
the lilt of a melody
or an autumn spun wind
with its melodious tune
that makes me feel so happy
© Rose

Sunday, 4 September 2011

UFO!!


How wonderful it must be to sail the skies!  This blimp 'the spirit of safety' was photographed yesterday at 18h40. It was a nice surprise to see this graceful airship sail across the sky.

Saturday, 3 September 2011

Sad Elephant


I love elephants and this one below just looked so miserable I felt so bad for him. The elephants in general seemed to be really moody and unhappy - I came away from them feeling really sad :(
While our lives leach
through the porous
warp and weft
of alien foundations
Our native memories
grow pale and then fade
behind our downcast eyes
And like a straw
in the wind
imprudence sweeps
conservation
into the cracks
of extinction
whilst civilisation
looks on
© Rose


Tuesday, 30 August 2011

A Precious Gift



What a wonderful display of colour I witnessed yesterday morning as the sun caught a raindrop dangling in the ivy! Unfortunately I was only able to capture these two colours on camera before the sun went behind the clouds :) Natures beautiful diamond! A precious gift!

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Cattitude!


Sleeping Beauty :) So peaceful :)  Don't have many opportunities like this to take pictures:)
He/She is a bit camera shy :)

                                                    Not her and that damn camera again!

                                                              Go Away Leave Me Alone!

                                                       Get that thing outta my face!

Gosh, and I thought I wasn't a morning person:)

Thursday, 25 August 2011

A Fowl Day!

Which ever way the wind blows it doesn't really matter as long as you have somewhere to bury your head. Some of them had wings others couldn't bear it but buried their heads anyway in a pile of logs. (Bear with a sore head on a fowl day?)
Guinea Fowl, Owl, and Bear on a very, very windy day.

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Secret


i bear you in my heart
with unwept tears
like the rose who
suffers her thorns
but weeps at dawn
i bear within my heart
a painful secret
© Rose

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Transient Rapture

impatiently
i wait for you to raise your innocent head
impulsively
i want to touch your silky skin, but instead,
tenderly
in my hand i cup your satin face, so fragile,
tentatively
i await your transition, so pure, so volatile
seductively
before my eager eyes you begin to undress
stunning me
your vulnerability leaving me breathless
© Rose

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Fools Paradise


secrets slip
through parted lips
stolen words
while love unfurls
with heaving breast
like waves that crest
a tempestuous ocean

i know this heaven
this fools paradise
i have seen it in
your wanton eyes
still i cannot resist
so i close my eyes
and savour your kiss
© Rose

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Lover's Kisses


ripe summer berries
luscious as a lover's kiss
a sweet temptation
© Rose

Monday, 15 August 2011

The Colour Of Love

hearts have grown
cold as stone
forgotten is
the yellow
of the sun

turbulent waters
swirl and sweep
a vortex
of sorrow
too dark and
too deep
to reflect it

because love
remembers
the colour

the yellow of
the sun
will make
it's way
through the
greyest day
through dark
through sorrow

the yellow
of the sun
will rise
through the
cracks in
the stone

because love
remembers
the colour
by tomorrow
the yellow
of the sun
will have grown
© Rose

Friday, 12 August 2011

Theatre of the Absurd

The head/face in this image is a photograph of a reflection that appeared on the wall. Don't ask me to explain it - I can't - but there has to be a logical explanation for it I just haven't found it yet. Anyways, it freaked me out so I paired it up with an image of the moon ( it looks as though it belongs there).

just a face
in the crowd
of a meaningless
universe
midst arcane
echoes
of abstruse
dialogues
and tired
cliches
just an
incongruous
character
in the theatre
of the absurd

© Rose