We pick up their remains

The images are burnt into my head

She was seventeen and now dead

This reality is more than a fallacy

Life in an impoverished set

Is so infinitely more painful

Filled with unwanted regret.

2013-04-17. For the young woman who was found stabbed and left in a river near the suburb of Chicago, Paarl, South Africa.

I remember

For sure

They keep the statistics –the powers that be

Burglary here

Rape there

Drunken driver off the road again

Another child molester protected by his sister

A delinquent boy protected by his mother

My wheelie bin takes your telephone cables to the dealer

Dial-a-merchant just like we see in the Hollywood movies on TV

Where do I 

Hear and see these things?

The headlines

Can no longer compete

Life of the poor

Filled with tragedy that stings

The brothers and sisters escape

To praise songs sing

Co-existing with Jan Bos

Still the thing

In forty years and more

This is still

No foreign thing

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-04-17.

Interpretations

The lines of your pencil

Knows my face

Every crinkle

Each wild grey strand

Familiar

Like the fingers

On your hand

The images you conjure

Sets your occupied mind free

Every squiggle

Each wilful stroke

Familiar

Like the moves

In a sisterly dance

The messages you transmit

Brings us love

Every sentiment

Each inner cry

Familiar

Like the language

You innocently speak

For Chloe, you are an artist! Good luck with the art. Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-04-03.

Sometimes we talk without Speaking

Our everyday conversations

Seems to hover on the surface of reality

Finding deeper meaning

Feels like chasing a fallacy

Occasionally spontaneous laughter

Erupts

In split seconds

We experience a welcome relief

Discovering

Joy

However brief

Our occasional heart-to-hearts

Dig deep into the minds’ eye

Finding deeper meaning

Feels like chasing neutrality

Occasionally spontaneous tears

Erupts

In split seconds

We experience welcome relief

Discovering

Joy

Continuously succinct

Our rare sojourns

Recall innocence simplistic

Finding deeper meaning

Feels like chasing history

Occasionally spontaneous dreaming

Erupts

In split seconds

We experience welcome relief

Discovering

Joy

Endless meaning

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-04-02.

Embraced

With every breath

I celebrate life

Bitter winter cold

Sweet spring

Easily sold

Barefoot

As of old

Memories

Time treasures

Pain

Buried losses

We all learn

To bear our crosses

With every dream

I celebrate life

Summer’s samba sweet

Autumn’s darkness

Expected sentimentally

Bare souled

As of old

Celebrations

Time treasures

Suffering

Buried fatalities

We all learn

To embrace reality

With every moment

I embrace living

Hearts aging

Through every pumping beat

Open-minded

As of old

Recollections

Time treasures

Distress

Gradually depressed

We all learn

To suppress anxiety

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-01.