Thursday, February 25, 2010

Heartverse

Yes, i know. Another blog. But it's really not doing you or me any good to have everything jumbled here on one poor, over-burdened blog page.

So, as of today, my poems will now be published on my Heartverse Poetry Blog.

What's more, i've gone back to (half) my roots and tried my hand at an Afrikaans poem. Ironically, it has an English title – it's called Roadtrippin'.

You can still stay tuned in here for my rantings and ramblings and musings and outpourings of stuff that is in my head and in my heart.

Thanks for reading. 


Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A Promise

You couldn't make it harder
For me to let you go
Cradling my broken heart
In the same hands that smashed it so
And i won't hold a grudge
But nor will i forget
That you're the first i fell for
With the softest landing yet.


Monday, February 15, 2010

Newness

i reorganised my desk this weekend.

When i woke up this morning and saw the new expanses of wood and the new piles of books, i was so ridiculously happy!

Change really is as good as a holiday. So if you need something fresh, start small.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Are We There Yet?

Life is a process, not an event. So don't be discouraged by the next step – think of how it will prepare you for the moments to come.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Aah, Love

Love is so beautiful. Real love. Pure love. True love.

Even when I am being ripped to ribbons by love's disappointments, simply seeing love work out for others makes me want to sing.

Don't get me wrong, too much of others' soppiness is certainly nauseating. I recently saw the film Bright Star about a love affair between the 19th Century poet John Keats and a young lady named Fanny Brawne. Well. The extravagance of their swooning got sickly sweet after the first 90 minutes of the film. But that's a side of love usually only visible to the lovers.

I don't understand how anyone can be contemptuous about love. Or cynical and bitter about love. Even when you might not have it yourself, surely seeing the presence of even a little more in the lives of others is cause for celebration?!

Aah, love. I wish I could fly about with Cupid's bow and arrows, granting the purest desires of each heart.