Posts tagged ‘Creative Writing’

Worthless experiement?

syntax
forgot
in eve of
the tire
some
paragraphs
cant break
beginings
period
breaks loves
trust bonds
and
when the pause
comes
effect
no longer

November 20, 2008 at 9:57 am 3 comments

Infatuated with Shoes!


I love the idea of shoes reflecting the state of ones emotional status. Here is another poem as I explore the relationship between the two.

1 A Pair of Shoes

my shoes are dusty,

as my heart is muddy

laced inside the stitching my

caged ferocious gloom

deeply breathes

feared.

Kiss me before It breeds

October 23, 2008 at 10:06 pm Leave a comment

My vase of flowers

Oh desolate Rose!
This is what I fear.
Can you hear the connection?
Our confounded isolation.
Weep in the sweetness,
Choke on your misery.
Oh barren Rose!
Stoop before me
Flower of pain
It is in thee that I remain.

August 14, 2008 at 8:53 pm Leave a comment

A Pair of Shoes

We went for a walk
In my dusty shoes
Tainted and smoggy.

Sauntering through the roses
We stopped to
kiss.

Arches of petals dancing,
Glaring-
and he leans in.
Hot breath meeting nothing.

And there he is looking at me
And I stare at my shoes.
My dusty, dark and broken shoes.

My shoes are dusty,
As my heart is muddy
Laced inside the stitching
It breathes deeply
Determined to remain.

August 9, 2008 at 3:58 pm 1 comment

Sali-

I went to Mozambique over my holidays in June-July for a week. It was such a blast! I learned so much about life, love and God. There was one little girl that really caught my attention and when my creative writing lecturer gave us an ‘own theme’ poetry assignment to write, I jumped on it.

It’s been a hard one to write, not wanting to give her pity and most definitely not wanting to indulge in egotism- just wanting to say what I saw. It’s really difficult. I may revise this a few times before tomorrow, but here it is- raw and uncensored( like most of my work is)…this is my poem about the little girl, Sali…

Sali

The great expanse of dust packed still

By bare feet trampling.

The shadows pool beneath the Marula tree

And dusty rocks, undisturbed, watch

Sali toddles across the plain

Heavy laden, haunting eyes

And the beads and bracelets clanking

And she tumbles

The dust- scarlet and steaming

Embraces her starving body

Childish dreams restrained.

Captivated-

Intensely chasing goats

While fading into the blackness.

July 30, 2008 at 8:48 am 1 comment