Journey Through A Coffee Cup
This proves my familiar office,
brandishing a cup of frank
coffee: bittersweet and black.
You Would Love Her
The aurora’s
love at first sight,
her hello
lights up the skies
all aglow.
You would love her
in the twilight,
shy to show
her graceful rise,
smooth and slow. (more…)
Holding On A Moment
It’s cold and miserable here in this place
but holding on a moment, the wind calms
for you to climb on in to me to brace
you, like a bunny hiding in a barn.
Tightly packed and heavy in my arms
you are, your bowling head and fragile face.
Your growing body just fits in my palms
as your heart starts to slip from my embrace.
Whispering softly, you wish I would stay,
you tear off a piece of me, to say
I love you, and I love you, please don’t go far.
So light and lovely and my love you are.
If I could run and catch you, then I may
but just like that, the wind blows you away.
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*Words by Sean Nel
*Photograph by Joy Goodenough
http://otherside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/greenhairmermaid/
You Would Love Her
The aurora’s
love at first sight,
her hello
lights up the skies
all aglow.
Our Fields of Fire
With the golden wheat
and amber glow
we watch our son grow.
His wild feet
gallop mad and free (more…)
Silence
Among the ruins of violence
stones stand in silence.
By pyres of sacrifice
the fires speak silence.
In temples and in reverence
the prayers are silence.
True beauty is in essence
intense silence,
a silent sacrifice
of quiet reverence.
Your beauty is intense.
You love in silence.
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*Photograph by Joy Goodenough
*Words by Sean Nel
http://travelblog.portfoliocollection.com/
Time Has No Mercy
As our mortal hearts of flesh
serve unbound passions,
inhibitions have not
eternities patience.
Memories last lifetimes
while dreams die in their sleep;
your embrace I’ll remember
and your kiss I’ll keep.
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*Photograph by Carol Jean Fourie
*Words by Sean Nel
Perfect Peace
Imagine for a moment, how it feels
to have no feeling, perfectly at ease.
Imagine dumb tongues, numb lips and steady knees,
conditioned air. Picture perfect peace. (more…)
Carved in a Tree of Love
Majestic, ancient divinity of life –
the silent, towering testament of God –
The book of Life. This is His tree of Love.
But we would carve our little love, like God
Himself in the soft pages of the tree.
Kept His seed to plant our own, play-playing God. (more…)
The Man That Finds Himself Outside
The man that finds himself outside
sees all around him – strains his ears
to hear a voice and see the light.
His world is flooded by his fears.
The man of dust that finds himself,
is in the shade of his own hand.
He is a god unto himself,
an echo in the mountains of sand. (more…)
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