I don't write because I enjoy it, I write because I have no choice in the matter. This results in very irregular phases of creativity, months or years go by without a single word! So what you are reading on this site could be the beginning or the complete collection of my life's work, but in either case I hope you find something that rings true to you!
Some of my favourite lines:
'WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep'
W B Yeats
' En dan word hy mos stil en jy hoor nie meer sy stem nie...'
Pieter Pieterse
'then in the arctic half light of the canyon, all existence fades into a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the worlds great flood an runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks there are timeless raindrops.Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.'
Norman MacLean
‘n Rissie pit, om die bloed te geur
Hartsafraan, verleen eksotiese kleur
Nou kook ons in ons warm kombuis
Die geur van liefde hang in ons huis.
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Is dit ook koud vanaand by jou huis
Soos wat dit koud is hier by myne?
En skyn dieselfde maan ook op jou
Soos wat hy skyn hier op my?
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In die laaste oomblik van die dag,
voor die eerste sekonde van die nag,
vat ek jou hand in my hand
en ly jou oor die rant, na die waterkant.
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Jy ken my nie, maar ek ken jou soms
Jou woorde is my kompas noord
En die seerower kruis op my hartkaart.
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Die telefoon zoem soos 'n woedende perdeby
en die angel in jou stem, spreek van slegte gety!
Jy, die een wat my bloed laat vloei,
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