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Tamryn Pelser Poem
October
There is disquiet in the air tonight
The noise is still is sullen
Summery with a hint of Sunday blue.
A cricket in the Karoo
A mom sitting on the patio
Howling at the moon
Far far away.
A circular spiral of panic
Then nothing
Not even a breath.
The fever in me recognises the fever in you
Namaste.
Good riddance
Thy will be done.
Amen
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A morning of bullets at the Kotel
10 to be exact.
The wall is high and white
I felt the urge to reach the top
and peek over to see
what is on the other side
or look up and notice
the forgotten sky in all its glory
gently looking down
watching the human folk
kissing the limestone
attaching burden and hope into every crevice
reaffirming ancient rites
rituals
religion
ridiculous
Fear.
2 words determined a man's death
Dead.
Shot through and through
a distorted thought perceived in passing by another man's discomfort
in an instant, red ties fall away
the daily folk hit the deck and scuttle away to find another spot to sell their truth
the heart is strong and the Kotel keeps pumping
I imagine workers coming in at designated hours
to sweep the fallen dreams away.
On this day
2 men are lost
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I see morning
as he holds onto his daily prayers.
I idle away the time at the first intersection...
Cape Town N1
I pray too
that I will make it through
early
with a smile and a plan.
Pause. Stop.
When the light turns
we check ourselves
put foot
go
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