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La Provence d'Afrique

As Autumn spreads its cooling fingers
over the South of Africa
and the red spectrum of the colour wheel
tints the leaves and sky at dawn,
I find myself longing to wander
beyond the melancholic walls of work
and the repetitive scenes in my own garden... 101 more words
Attempts At Poetry

Bring The Duct Tape!

I was very surprised when I found myself on my knees on the study floor, staring at wet hands which, apparently, belong to me. I focused on the fine lines making spirals on my finger tips, imprinting on everything I touch my identity. 335 more words

Thoughts And Opinions

My Son, On Your Birthday (10 March)

Today I would have woken you
with a feather kiss
Today I would have showered you
with deserved and loving gifts
Today I would have hugged you,
said how handsome you've become
but, today the empty sorrow
has left me speechless; numb

I still find your passing
so hard to believe
and this morning, on your Birthday,
all I can do is breathe
to keep myself from breaking
at the thought of what I've lost
I have paid the full amount
of what true sorrow costs





Attempts At Poetry

Guest Post: Poetry by A.J.Pieters

My Name is Anró.This blog belongs to my Mom, but she has allowed me to post a poem I have written here. I am 18 years old and I do international logo design, am in my last year of school and I love writing as well. 299 more words

Attempts At Poetry

The Forbidden Queen by Anne O'Brien

I freely admit, dear Reader, to being a bit of a history buff. There are certain time periods and cultures that I favor and over time have become fairly well versed in. 573 more words

Book Review

Untitled Grief

I yearn to expel 
this mind-numbing pain
by expressing it in words
but no adjective seems adequate
and I have tried in vain
to find a language so descriptive
by which use I can gain
a measure of relief. 32 more words
Attempts At Poetry

Bondage Defeated

I curse the indiscretion of Fate
who has carelessly, without regard for my soul,
moved her cruel hand over the board
and placed me in your whirlwind path
of narcissistic destruction. 41 more words
Attempts At Poetry