Yes, his name was Piet K….., we never questioned it, but my father said that was his family name for generations. He was a short, wiry very black man.Piet was also a kind,patient man and we all ...
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Author: Ina Orton
I started writing poetry about 25 years ago, but like most people suffer from Fof , fear of failure.
I am 65 years old and live in Bloemfontein, South Africa. Worked in Public Libraries for 34 years and am retired now. I am divorced and have a daughter and a son ,1 grandaugter.
Ek wis dis beslis net ‘n vreemde droom.. Swewend tussen los wit wolke.. Woasige ballsoos verleidelike,geklopte room. Die hemel skoon blou,sonstrale suiwer,flitsende silwer dolke. Een vir een ver...
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Ek worstel wroegend deur die donker mag met skimme, spoke sonder naam van weleer. Vormlose, folterende figure vervaag met tekens van drag.. Bring vreeslose vrede, al wat ek begeer.. O, ek weet die spo...
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Dit is soos ‘ knaende kanker wat my van binne begin opvreet.. Ons was maar altyd, soveel jare ,mekaar she banker.. Maar nou dobber ek doelloos na waar, wie sal west? My hart is soos ‘n bon...
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Woorde Ek wandel in die wereld van woorde, dwaal in ‘n ander droom dimensie.. Soos die komponis in ademlose akoorde van ‘n nuwe magiese melodie… Die gewone gegons, aanhoudende gedrui...
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Friday afternoon.. For some reason my father always came home early on a Friday. We all washed and dressed in ‘town’ clothes, then waited for him. We went to town to get books from the lib...
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I hear echoing sounds of music from afar… A plaintive ,soulful song sung by some stranger, maybe a rising star? Then it fades, ending on a sad sigh.. The song, a tentatively distant dream I trea...
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It is Saturday afternoon in late summer. The heat is intense, making the the though of autumn, winter extremely unreal. I am seven years old and l can now climb tne huge apricot tree. The luchious,...
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In the silent street,so cold and dark I hold him close,wrapped up tightly.. Bare branches of naked trees so stark against the sky, the stars glittering brightly.. I know they will raise him, teach him...
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When a marriage starts to fail the two people in it are brutally torn apart! It is violent , as watching a train derail. Complete chaos,a lot of pain , a piercing dart.. At first there are fine crac...
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