Collecting Thoughts

Spring is in the air and I’m drawn to the garden like a bee to nectar whilst at the same time struggling to find the inner strength to connect the lines... words stuck inside… the inspiration is there but the souls’ cooperation is missing.
Writing for a living… waiting to earn a living… earning a living? What is the meaning of that? For some the answer is working hard and getting a well-deserved pay day. Others it is playing hard and getting a ridiculously high reward. The millions of job seekers wait and try and try again… our job is to ward of the threatening despair. The luxury of sleeping late, reading all the books you like, pottering around the garden, sweeping (if you like that kind of thing!). On another level there are crafts and cooking alternating with intent television sessions with the hope of gleaning valuable life-enhancing lessons.
All along there is the nagging reality… a blog in which to capture everyday life issues… In an attempt to catch up I post these pieces… Comments still welcome!

Love and Peace!

From spot on the couch

Washing in the shade
Shaking in the breeze
Free from the recent winter freeze
Framed by the incredible spring greens
The silky spider web
Blinking in the distance
Swinging in the wind
Offering no resistance

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 11 May 2011

Melancholy

Fig jam and bread washed away with black coffee
A traditional breakfast
One little bit of a luxury treat
At home
Suffering
A kind of homesickness
That has nothing to do with place
Maybe more about
A yearning for the years lived
Sometimes
Bickering
Laughing
At the springtime breakfast table
Swinging
Defiant bare feet cold
Summer shorts
Flapping
In the stiff breeze
Willing
The heat of the summer sun
Strapless tops under warm fleece
Expectant
Radiance on naked skin
Familiar tastes and smells
Gradually
Nostalgias quelled

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, May 11, 2011

Tribute to soul mates

We don’t talk every day
Often I realise
Our prayers
Intermingle
Seldom focused
On our needs single
The life of my soul sisters
Mine
Existence giving

We don’t walk together every day
It has been a while
Since our last
Mountain journey in the rain
Rather
Caught in a song
Our connections
Strong
In my world you firmly belong

We don’t eat together everyday
All our special flavours’
Nurtured
Soul sisters
In smiles, sensations
Savoured
Red wine deep
Chocolate ice cream(y) sweet
Our bonds over time firmly kept

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, May 11, 2011

Blossoms in the heat

Confetti
Like I used to pick
From the barrel on the stoep
Nestled against the hot house
Fragrant on the kitchen table
Spring is here!
Nurturing
Sweet memories
Dear

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 11 May 2011

Last Saturday we attended a choir concert in the Uppsala University Aula (like a great hall only this one looks more like a cathedral (!) Since I struggle to keep still at the best of times I took some post-it note paper and a pencil… this is what I captured….

Moved

Voices dynamic
Ecclesiastical
Rhythm in my soul
Harmony magical
Only the polished gem revealed
Mined deep within
Transporting me
To the treasures
Of previous centuries

Deep and Light

Tears
Hide behind
Open eyes
Each songstress a diva
Every base and anchor
My voice
Quiet
Stable
The rhythm of my soul
Instilled
Enabled
An identity un-wavered
Sadness embraced
Happiness rejoiced

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 6 May 2011