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This post is background to a poem that has not even been posted yet. Heck it’s not even fully done, but no matter. It is inspired (if that is the right word for something very sad) by an article in the Washington Post about Old people going walk-about from their OA homes, getting lost and…
A Poem by Riaan van Zyl .. click on the title to read the full piece
She sat there/Pasting original thoughts/ On shy paper … click on the title to read the full piece
Your rhythm of the visual Is thought out Practiced Polished click on the title to read the full poem
We are dropped plates and shattered crystal … click on the title to read the full piece
Our building is fragile And the wind blows angry and harsh … Click on the title to read the full piece
It spat out words of spite and sly superiority … click on the title to read the full piece
The boy is toplessThe sunlight, weak, a ghost of its best selfPlays against his pale skinA spotlight for his braggadocioWhich is so seemingly complete, that you find yourselfAlmostAdmiring it. He is concocting fact from recent fiction,Over rehearsed, but endearing in its wayAimed at the three girls sitting on the stairsHis not so rapt audience. I…
I will dance in the darkness Waltz in the light … Click on the title to read the full piece
Less than a song away … click on the title to read the full piece
From the Outside, Listening In. 