skryf
I have tried to be more, do more
but my mind - a drawer –
has been emptied onto the floor
and finding words is not as simple as it was before.
Hoe maak mens wanneer die skryf wil uit
maar die pen se ink het uitgelek oor die papier
met geen wit plekkie oor om op te skryf en om jou
is net sand en wind wat woorde
doodvee.
where do I go to find that piece of mind that fixes my thoughts with words and bind my kind of person with needs that yearn and churn beneath the damp and fertile soil
planted full of thoughts that will grow to stories and books
Ek soek 'n stil hoek waar ek kan sit en skryf totdat slaap my weg dra.
Vir nuwe woorde om saam te smelt
'n mengsel van verlede en gedagte.
Die woorde sal val soos 'n mal reen, hard en dig en vasgevang in water woordevsal ek dryf en skryf tot die woorde my verlaat.


You are already there
and have been, but still it's not enough. fall... fall hard in love, in love with your true self
Does this have a new dimension into which one needs to roam?