she sauntered around - up the greenest hill
he happily joined her, learning anew
she always stayed healthy, he often ill -
Proteas on Drakensberg Mountain, pink hue
he failed to see pink, tinges of red, blue
she could talk a prayer, God and nations
he heard her, meandering around his pains
he could not forget his failed marriage, ex
she seemed blessed with many sing-song refrains
he, surfeit within with love, needs, regrets
By Parizo Van Thulare
The land of my great grandfathers ,
The city of beautiful daughters ,
Raised with love and care by their hard working Mothers ,
Together they planted love ,
Lived so lovely as those birds from Alaska with blue feathers.
Surrounded by the Smashing mountains of Drakensberg ,
Down to Mohlatsengwane river ,
There lies the great view of a palace none like other,
My city is awesome.
A home of hustlers,
A city of fighters ,
We may all not be religious,
But we not the haters
we are fabulous.
My city, my home
I am a proudly Mapareng citizen
My Best Bouquets
Exotic crocuses and ferns, Appalachian Trail …
Baby’s breath that takes one’s breath away -
Orchids and epiphytes near inland waters of KwaZulu-Natal
A few from Fynbos, near Table Mountain
Even a national flower, the Protea, illegal
To take (when we camped only once, New Year’s weekend, when I was innocent and practising Yoga)
From my mountain, near my grandest river, the Tugela ...
At the Drakensberg. Even my street had that Name
They are not on my table, here in Virginia
No, not even in Maryland, a Great State …
Nor in Athens (Ohio) where all roads lead to
(or leave forever)
Nor even in some backyard, of friend or former foe
I never picked these. Not one!
The Universe thanked me for Consenting Consciousness
For sharing more of Presence, less of clutter and Form
When all forms go, only Consciousness - the One - remains.
Across the Sahara,
I come face to face with lover monster.
Upward across the Drakensberg,
I come face to face with lover monster.
Sailing along River Nile,
I come face to face with lover monster.
Indian to Atlantic seaboard,
I come face to face with lover monster.
Across the oceans,
I come face to face with lover monster.
Up the Rockies,
I come face to face with lover monster
Upon the Alps,
I come face to face with lover monster.
Lover monster here, lover monster there,
What a fate fronting me and my lover?
Let me sit down, come and devour me.
In your stomach, I’ll build my home.
But how will you digest my bones?
I had a dream last night
a disturbing dream it was
I saw in clear vision something
Mountains of Kilimanjaro
Kenya, Elgon, Ruwenzori
and Atlas, Adamawa, all mountains
in the African continent
collapse into the Pacific Ocean
The living Dead tried to stop them
Militaries tried to stop them
Peoples of Africa tried to stop them
but the highlands went into the Ocean
without trace, with enough warning,
Seven hundred seventy seven years,
of slow but active disappearance
I inquired, “what about Drakensberg”?
“Listen. That one collapsed….!
a long time ago… in the Atlantic!”
And I woke up, but not in my bed!
I wish there was a way
A better way to divulge emotions
As vividly as possible
Like a blue sky in broad daylight
So I can express how I feel
An leave no doubts in your heart
Because my intentions are noble
It's not a mystery
Scientist confirmed long ago
That where the eyesight tire
It turns misty blue
My eyesight rest in your world
Hence you turn my world misty blue
The blue shirt you had on the day we met
Complements your natural look
And showcase your beauty
Like sun rises in the belly of the day
Reflecting in blue sea waters
O! The nature's beauty is so remarkable
God was in a happy mood when he made you
Your smile takes my breath away
Like a snow in the valleys of Drakensberg
Your teeth are snow white and flawless
Maybe there is a way
I can undress my heart naked
And be explicit about my heart inclination
Maybe there is a way
To let you know how I feel
Without upsetting your feelings
Maybe there is a way
To say I love you
And avoid rejection
My path ends with you
SKETCHING
charcoals soft lines
in varied shades of grey
birds in flight their feathers spanned light
captured in detail through blue heavenly heights
an artist’s creation emerges
blank pages come to life
with every stroke
SKETCHING
(Inspired by watching my artistically talented daughter-in-law
sketch a “Verreaux Eagle” in the Champagne Valley Drakensberg)
© Kim van Breda—3 August 2015
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