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Jean Prinsloo Poem
Today I questioned reason with rigor.
I tried to find an explanation for my being.
A rhetorical question with mystifying vigour,
that opens doors to new ways of seeing.
The first thought drafted a blatant visual,
of characteristics found in a mirror tall.
Vanity, greed and desire, all perpetual….
Concluding that the biggest always fall.
So how do I define my self in my humanity?
How do I portray my existence in flesh?
The answer therein stews false piety,
offering another creature caught in mesh.
Then who am I, should you ask?
Our content in consideration akin.
Thought, emotions and thirst locked in cask,
or just a random soul rapped in skin?
Maybe a stranger to this time for a joke,
searching reason in the scrip to this play?
Awaiting the night to croak,
companion of death where it lay,
concealed in its pitch-black coat.
In the distant horizon my answer float.
That means that for the moment all to see,
is that in the here and now I am where I should be.
Copyright © Jean Prinsloo | Year Posted 2007
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Building walls around my heart secluded
a second helping of worldly prevalence.
Stunting evolving insight, purposely eluded,
to falter the pain of such an incidence.
Finely crafting a masterpiece, a show
to entertain the ones who stand.
Indifferently freedom is offered to grow,
available to who takes the hand.
My emotions force a battering-ram,
beating erratically, watching the darkness rip.
This feeling unexpected turned a friendship
into something greater than I am.
And I breathe deeply in the inevitable truth,
realizing that honesty will bring liberation,
that no wall will ever soothe,
the purest feeling in creation.
As stones fall loudly around me
and crush violently against the norm.
I light a roaring fire for you to see
should you seek it in the storm.
I am light and power, I am love and sound.
A great spirit in a small world, that cannot be bound.
Copyright © Jean Prinsloo | Year Posted 2008
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The time of change is bearing now.
Magic sparks covers a mystic brow.
An ancient tale this night will bring,
of ages past and those to come.
Dancing naked the four witches sing,
around a fire on a pulsing drum.
The spirits will arrive on their chant,
the elements itself will heed their reason.
The moon will bless their spell and grant,
the changing of the current season.
Know now that for ages these mages
gathers around four times a year,
bringing forth new hopes and fear…
The names bared by these immortal Sages
were given to each season in admiration
for a job well done since our creation.
And when this night has drawn its end,
they will depart to a world of their own,
awaiting the message that the wind will send…
Confirming the next season to be sown.
Copyright © Jean Prinsloo | Year Posted 2007
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Come wind come thunder!
Kill this stillness with your glory.
My memories once sweet please plunder.
Write me a brand new story,
so in peace my soul can wonder.
Bring forth you stormy embrace!
Look for my heart in stone.
Wipe the reminiscence of the face
that left me here alone.
If time has no power,
why then am I bound?
Where then the blooming flower
of the youth I hardly found?
The fountain of my tears now dries;
people pointing “look she dies”
baring no concern for their own tomorrow.
If time runs out where then will they borrow?
My children cant you see you’re truly worth?
But who am I, I’m only Mother Earth
Copyright © Jean Prinsloo | Year Posted 2007
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