Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Treasures

Going Local

In my hart
Is ek
Innie Kaap
Afrika
My huis
Daar is ek geskape
Elke oomblik in my siel
Beleef ek die pyn en vreugde
My reise sal altyd gemeet word
Teen al ons realiteite en sagas

In my heart
Always
In the Cape
Africa
My home
Created
Every moment in my soul
Pain and joy captured
All my journeys eternally measured
Against our realities and fables

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-01.

Treasure Box

My treasures
Are locked
In tastes and flavours
Layered in spices
Smothered in butter
Diced and stacked juicy
Every deposit
Leaves me rich
An inheritance’ gift

My treasures
Are celebrated
In a riot of colour
Textured soft and bright
Tucked away in corners
Stripped cleanly
Every piece
Gives me pleasure
The perfect giver’s gift

My treasures
Are collated
In soft matter
Jumbled in codes
Orderly expressed
Loudly shouted
Cloak and swagger shrouded
Every collection
Expresses a view
Waiting for a reader’s view

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-01.

No comments:

Post a Comment