The road less travelled ... (Pongola then St. Lucia)

Meandering through towering green hills'
winding around dusty paths which will grow into roads
we trudged home, leaving the sparkling ocean and balmy breeze of the coast

Time had held no meaning for the sun-worshippers
hours and days jostled each other to remain relevant in our minds
but we were beyond the arms of our ordinary existence

Laughter filtered through numbed ears
while real music was freshly born in the strings of a guitar
we rejoiced in the energy and reminiscences of our youth
watching the newly hatched play the same games two decades later

our souls soothed, we returned home

The River of Life

Soft gushing distant water

babbles cozily on the periphery of my consciousness

the tinkling laughter of children

floats merrily on in the midday sun

silver flashes of fish that got away from the blind fishermen

break the surface of the grey blue mirror

taunting disappointed people

the river ignores the invasion

slight winds creasing its perfection

into a rhythmic dance of joy

baby ocean so far from the deep blue

but tracing its patterns

to an ancient song of the wind

floating merrily from far shores

with the south easterly

carrying whispers of forgotten magic

inland to the great new ones soon to be born

What secrets are hidden in its depths

lurking on the conscience of the community

are there broken dreams hidden in bubbles bursting cobalt blue

The ceaseless hum of taunted bees

their senses assailed by the orgy of sweet offerings

weave back and forth

nose-diving into our midst

hell-bent on attacking any open source of nectar

abandoned bottles of coloured fizzy water

testimony to the bees ferocity

Sharp bright blue smudges the outlines of green leafy trees

our precious sun blessing all in its path

the air around us whispering silent peace

instills a feeling of wonder

reflecting our lives at its best

my body whispers into the earth

ironing my imprint onto the warm damp sand

I lay down breathing in the duskiness of the cinnamon sky

Female Grace (poem)

patience kindness love gentleness

caring beauty nurturing softness

this

our

gift

to

our

species

oh

yes, life too

wisdom oozes through our skin

to teach us

how to handle our opposites

without us

they would become

the demons

they were born to be

we hold their

aggression

impatience

stupidity

in our palms

softly cooing

blindly praying

for them to become self-realised

but knowing

their falseness

fed by their foolish desire

to overcome

kindness

gentleness

softness

the world is lost

without fe-males