Saturday, March 17, 2007


Something I wrote in poetry class two years back.

die vertrooster troos.
die diepe soeke na lewe,
terug geruk in 'n ligaam wat bewe.

The comforter calms.
the deep need for life,
life fever.
pulled back into a shaking body.


Wayne Allen Sallee said...

Here's mine:
a puddle of June heat
2:17 am blinking corpse
embalmed in sweat
track marks unseen until dawn

try to explain color
to a man blind from birth
or imagine what you will hear
last before you die

Charles Gramlich said...

Life as a "fever." A great image. And Wayne's "puddle" poem is a fitting response.

etain_lavena said...

OOo me gosh.....very very nice Wayne. I don't know you tell me how do you explain colors?
It is kinda a fever, makes us delusional:)

Christina said...

Your poem is very heart felt. I like it. It's been a while since I've written poetry, but I would like to take it up again. I like the picture you have of those piercings. That has been the topic of conversation in our house. I saw similar pictures a few days ago and haven't been able to get them out of my mind, though I'm not brave enough to actually get them done.

etain_lavena said...

Hey Cristina, I have a huge fascination with piercings, I have quite a few of my own. Even My display pic is of these surface piercings(I also had one)...but these usually gets done and the photographed, they don't all heal in the same way:).....but they are soooo nice.
Love poetry:)

Inconsequential said...

short :)

i like short pieces...

etain_lavena said...

In, not much to read then hey...wahahah:)