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Eyes

Eyes answer all
look deeply
the smile does not reach them
try fool the world around
but turmoil lies beneath
the soul mourns
the heart is sad (more…)

My Son

Small hand explores my face

Tiny finger brushes my lashes

Soft child’s breath on my cheek

As we lie side by side

Your smile melts my heart

Undeniable similarity, yet worlds apart

So much him, and yet all your own. (more…)

Questions

Will my soul soar again,

above the shadow clouds?

Does one wake from this cold?

The journey through the dark seems unending

A fragile whisper – almost dawn

the heart must believe in light yet unseen.

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*Words by Sally-Jane Cameron

*Photograph by Andre van Rooyen

http://andreinafrica.com/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/andreinafrica/

Hope

2436090173_e34f2bd249_oHope raised its deceitful ugly head

It opened a securely guarded heart

A ray of light illuminates the dream held deep within

And for a fleeting moment you see that dream

in all its Technicolor mesmerizing beauty

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Love

Love BeadsWhat colour is love?
is it pink and red and pretty?
or is it kaleidoscope of light and dark, multifaceted, sometimes just a translucent glow

What does love sound like?
is it beautiful words, a sigh, a low passionate moan?
or is it the sound of a quickening heart

What does love taste like?
is it sweet and sensual like ripe strawberries?
or is it the moment you and I blend (more…)

I Will Wait

abakhosi_sunriseIn silent depths
At the edge of a promise
my soul must rest
learning the art of solitude
let the sadness be,
walk, lie, rise with it.
The fragile whisper of tomorrow.

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*Photograph by Andre van Rooyen

*Words by Sally-Jane Cameron

http://andreinafrica.com/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/andreinafrica/


Sally-Jane Cameron

Sally-JaneSally-Jane Cameron: Writer

 “Life is more fun with pink hair. I am newly re-single mom of 2 great kids. I write because I have to, it is a way for me to eloquently and most of the time not so eloquently deal with all the emotions that come with landing up on a path in life that is so different from what I ever imagined. The poetry came quite by accident when I unpacked my fridge magnets, and before I knew it there was a poem on the fridge. I swear it wrote itself.”

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