Moments

Every moment
We are celebrated
Inhale
Exhale
Each breath
A precious gift
Growing older
Discovering the mysterious
Exploring the familiar
Banking the known
Surety
Never
Guaranteed

We are feted
In small circles
Interrelated
Distracted
Each action
Movement inspiring
Nothing ever insipid
Situations increasingly
Intricate
Even the best intensions
Suffers elements of neglect
Moments of success
Only in time
Expressed

We are alive
Happiness celebrated
Frustrations
Progressively
Obliterated
Commitments
Always
Obligated
Mindfulness
Moments constant
Co-existence
More than a
Social construct
Another day
In the lifecycle

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-07

Poverty at Bay

Poverty
Crushed us all
In small spaces
Now
We live
Continents apart
Comfortable places
Trading
Memories
Family recipes
Silly jokes
Little snippets
Of private gossip
Occasionally
Chattering
Non-stop

Poverty
Taught us all
Resilience
Applied labour
Seldom relying
Only on expected
Brilliance
Humility
A sharp sense of community
Chasing success
Displaying
Modest
Tenacity
Bywoner status
No longer
Our reality

Poverty
Kept us all
Closely connected
Solidarity
A commonality
Mostly
Avoiding
Major calamities
Burying
Losses
Celebrating
Victories
Survival
Less dependent on
Inheritance
False vanity
Rising above
Indigent labels
Casually
Courting
Survivalist's dignity

Bywoner means tenant in Afrikaans.

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-06

Savouring Summer

Slowly
Summer
Fades away
Ants gather
All they can
In my mind
Birds
Congregate and plan
Harvesting
The best on offer
It makes me wonder
If they
Really are
As free
Like they
Seem to me

Fast
I try to capture
All the light
Chase away
Bad dreams
In the dead of night
Toast
My skin golden brown
Smile and laugh
Savouring
Gathered bright delights
Every season older
Anticipating
Winter arriving
Much colder

Gradually
Acceptance
Mother earth
Will me
Protect
Warm soul confident
Autumn
Promising celebration
Confetti leaf-rain
Yellow, red and brown
Cascade
Dark skies
Hybernate
Life slowly wakes
Spring
Wild and merry
Savouring
Next summer’s colour promise
Lovely
Succulent
Deep red berries

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-05

Walled Reluctant Writer

There was a time when washing windows and floors were part of my weekly chore routine. Crying, figthing, feigning illness, all my best tricks to get out of these tasks never worked. It only took longer to get it done! Today, I washed the windows and the floors, it had to be done, but it became a selective chore over writing. Once again, close to midnight and I have to come with something original. Since my brain seems to still appreciate the summer break, I offer more pictures for light relief.

Stone Wall Fascination
Graveyard walls
Gather moss
Soul's at rest
Winter's surviving
Summer's thriving
Keeping
Mourners in
Grave-robbers out
Tended
Over decades
It will outlive me
This
I’m sure
As existing



Farmyard walls
Gather moss
Seasons’
Soul saving
Summer’s shade
Winter’s shelter
Sheep in
Foxes out
Tended
Over decades
Owner’s outlived
This
I’m sure
As livelihood are made



Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-04

Summer Pictures

Today
The deadline
Is here...
Whilst
Words
Run away from me
Pictures
Will tell
Some of the summer scenes
My camera sees
Bells and keys
Sunsets
Free





Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-03

Planning

If someone told me when I was a child that life’s journey is seldom a path you can foretell, I would most probably not have believed them. Things were so sure and in place, even when 'in place' was a view over the onderdeur (bottom half of stable door, our only door at the time) and the first spot from where I learnt to tell the time on the church tower. I should have realised then already we moved from there and as part of growing up I learnt to move, deal with death, make new friends and now... with lots of grey hair, I still sometimes yearn for things to be 'sure' and 'safe'.

Manifesto

Some hours on my hands
Gave me a chance
To write
A plan-of-action
What to do
Over the next
Year or more
Daily tasks
Keeping score
Fighting time
Delivering ‘products’
Reading up-to-date
Shy of becoming
A gossip and bore

Some years under my belt
Experience good and bad
Poor decisions sad
Happy moments
In snapshots captured
Senses
With simple flavours enraptured
Climbing trees
Nurtured
Scraped knees
No notebook
Can ever
Trap these

Some worries on my mind
Will I
A final place of peace
In this world find
Love and grace
In heart and soul a place
Offspring
Beat the growing race
Elders
Accept my grown-up fate
Life
Dreams
Wishes
Still have in every heart
A place

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-02

Time Passes

Posting a daily blog is what I set myself to do earlier this year. I have lapsed for a few months, but the writing has not completely stopped. Work, the summer vacation and lack of discipline can be all the excuses that can be used to coat the idea that I have let myself and you down. Time to get back on the horse or better still, pounding the keyboard…

Memory Lane
Sometimes
We were woken
At six am
To pick
The weekly order
After classes
During the school holidays
The itchy leaves
Seldom tickled
Green beans
Better fresh
Than pickled

Today
Memories made
The last of the summer crop
Picked
Green beans in the hothouse
Carefully nurtured
Collected sweet and tender
Growing old
With memories laboured
Seeking the familiar
Sometimes
Living is celebrating
Earth’s gifts that keep on giving

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-01

Positivity
A positive disposition
Something
I dream about
No emotional
Displacement
Free as a bird
Fluttering about
An inner calm
Stability
No doubts

A positive admission
Is what it’s about
Clear thinking
I chase
Day in and out
Living
Beyond clichés
Ideas to trust
An idealistic dreamer
Always lurking in my heart

A positive approach
The middle way
No doubt
Every breath
Present
Often tough
Time travel
Returning cycles
Seeing the trees for the wood
Still
Needs a lifetime forgiveness
Love

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-07-25

Mind Movement
We sink and swim
From time to time
Just managing
Heartache and pain
Like the waves
Lapping at the shores
Love
Sometimes
A battle worth more

We strive and excel
From time to time
More than just managing
Laughter and happiness
An embalming breeze
Waving worries away
Love
The precious gift
Building
A true self core

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, Finished on 2011-07-30.