Category: Poetry
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A poem at the beach
A windy day at Melkbosstrand beachWindsurfers, to the sky they reachSounds of waves and a gazebo screechTo the right, the houses of the rich. The beachgoer’s gazebo starts to breakThey decide to pack up, down they takeWaiting in the car for my skins sakeSensitive to the sun, my face will bake. The kids are swimming,…
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‘n Brief aan my pa
Iemand het eenkeer gesêdat even though rose dorings hê,die doring bos nog spog met pragtige roseEn ek dog dat vandag tog ‘n good opportunity sal weesOm van jou, daddy, te skryf en te lees. Ons pad was vol dorings en baie keer kom die duiwelMet sy lelike horingsen gebruik ons weaknessesEn baie keer ons likenessesOm…
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I write because…
I was asked a question, so simple to me: ‘Why do you write? What fun can there be?’ I wonder how I can make them see, How writing is what sets me free.