For as long as I can remember I have loved poetry, first of all reading it and later, I found huge pleasure in writing it. Here are some of my efforts stretching over many years. Sometimes I wrote a lot and sometimes I didn't write anything for years.
For the most part however, although undated, these few examples of my poetry are in chronological order.
In 2004 we bought a house on a hillside in Jordaan Park, Heidelberg.
Our garden contained a grove of some 15 Protea trees and a small forest of indigenous trees.
Besides that we had a view of the Suikerbos Nature Reserve and could regularly observe various animals grazing on the slopes.
This peaceful spectacle had the ability to ease daily work and travel stress and coming home to this idyllic setting kept me sane.
Many of us know from personal experience that Mother nature can refresh the weary soul.
I believe it is essential to preserve the earth's remaining wild places with the beauty of all the varieties of fauna and flora that they contain and are unique to them, for they have the power like nothing else, to rejuvenate the human spirit.
If I wake at night I'm often drawn to go outside to gaze at our galaxy. The Milky Way looms so close in the early morning hours, I feel that I can reach up and touch that starry meandering pathway.
I lose my sense of self and separateness as an individual person somehow and get totally absorbed in feeling at one with everything in the universe.
I'm reminded of that Serbian proverb, " Be humble for you are made of earth, Be noble for you are made of stars." For me, writing a poem expresses it best.
In July 2007 we retired to Sedgefield. It was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And living here is all and more than I ever hoped it would be! Many of my thoughts flow as poetry here!
I am here....
In this paradise of pristine beaches
Sacred seas and ancient forests
That echo with unseen bird sounds
Observing the ebb and flow of estuary waters
In front of our home.
The rush of peak time traffiC
The race of month end deadlines,
Takeaway food, hurried hallos and goodbyes
No time to think or to breathe
To take stock...
My time, my turn has come,
To leave that splintered life behind
To become part of what I longed for
An unoccupied day
Opportunities to appreciate
a more real life.of quality not quantity
of being, not doing
To hear a subliminal sound
That echoes in my soul.
How many of us know?
We all need these quiet moments
This bonding with earth and sky and sea
To stay sane
To connect with divinity
And the deep and silent places residing within us
that wait to guide us
In our most wakeful, most alive and most human moments we sense that which is divine. God speaks to us through everything that is - every person, every situation, every thing!
And as we realise we are all connected in some way to every living thing it awakens within us a reverence for life.
I hope you've enjoyed this poetry page. Like all forms of art, poetry is a very subjective thing and artists always feel vulnerable when exposing the results of their own creative energy.
However, when it comes from the heart readers can feel its authenticity. It has a powerful way of connecting people with each other and it gives a voice and hope to those still learning or searching for a way to express themselves.
Amateur poets can join a vibrant on-line community at www.poetry.com and even experience the joy of having their poems published.