Collected Poetry

Grense – Boundaries

It is nearly thirty years since I copied this poem in to my book of favourite writings, I came across it today and still think it's lovely. Grense My naakte siel wil sonder skrome in alle eenvoud tot jou gaan, soos uit diepe slaap ons drome, soos teen skemerlug die bome opreik na die bloue… Continue reading Grense – Boundaries

Collected Poetry

Comes the Dawn

Found for me by my DH this beautiful poem by Veronica Shoffstall speaks eloquently into the place of grief. After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t… Continue reading Comes the Dawn