POETRY: A Vase that is Lacking…

A Vase that is Lacking…

I see the swirling black smoke consuming my vision,

While my soul and heart undergo a painful transition,

All walls now destroyed, vulnerable for the taking,

Happiness so close but a heart is left aching.

 

A cat chasing a mouse, who cannot yet love,

A soft hand protected by a lathery glove,

Potential stayed storming in a secret compartment,

Two eyes locked under a powerful enchantment.

 

Tables turning with chairs creaking and cracking,

The bird of love screeches, a vase that is lacking,

Flowers left with no nutrients to thrive and survive,

Two souls could have been one with both hearts alive.

 

A gleaming line was tied on one side then the other,

Until one side breaks to protect and take cover,

The tied side quivers, shakes, extends outwards,

But time has twisted these knights into cowards.

 

By Jody Dontje

~ I focused greatly on my use of imagery and metaphors to drive the narrative of this poem. Thoughts?

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POETRY: Paralysation

Paralysation

I drifted freely through the air,

Content with never quite being caught,

Then I eased into your love and care,

My untrained heart began to be taught.

 

No label slammed upon my head,

And with a brave smile you agreed to it all,

Cadged like a bird was what I had dread,

But, your strength began to fall.

 

As we went on with the same routines,

You yearned to hold and to have me,

So, you burnt and stamped down your feelings,

‘Cause I was content with leaving it be.

 

We acted like lovers, some called us cute,

At times you believed my actions,

They weren’t a lie but I hid the truth,

My thoughts became personal captions.

 

Eventually it came, we both feel the same!

As my heart became unhidden,

I poured out my soul and offered you tame,

The lion into a kitten.

 

Then came the shock, the heartbreak, the rock,

That caused the realisation,

That you had stamped, burnt, and had got,

Into a state of paralysation.

 

It took me too long, to open my heart,

You can’t make yourself trust this action,

Now we’re back to just friends, with time apart,

Feelings undergoing retraction.

 

The lesson learnt here, is that the fear,

Can halt you in your path,

So hurdle and jump when you’re so near,

To find true happiness at last.

 

By Jody Dontje

PROSE: Unseen

Unseen

The surface glistens as the vibrant rays caress the shimmering water. She looks out and feels the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the heat’s cure that her feet swishes lightly in.

She can hear the trickling of the water manoeuvring amongst the smooth rocks, and the rustling of the leaves, as chirping creatures glide with wings catching the tangy air waves.

She smiles a sad smile, a longing smile, as she repeats her wish quietly to herself. She thinks back to her fifth birthday, when she blew out all the candles. The cheers from her loved ones was confirmation that she was successful at this.

In that moment she had made a wish, and this was the very wish that she now repeats to herself; just like she has on every birthday since that first instance. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply in, listening, always listening, to the world around her.

She opens her eyes and lets out a slow breath of private sorrow as the world remains the same. She will never see the water glisten, or the lush green of the leaves, nor the softness of the birds’ feathers as they play freely in the sky.

She will never see the sparkle of the sun, or the beauty that she has now become. She will always have her enhanced hearing and imagination, though, and through a life of blindness, this will have to do.

This will have to do.

 

By Jody Dontje

~ My first published attempt at a prose form. Thoughts?

POETRY: Coastal Contemplation

Coastal Contemplation (Drowning Truth)

As he looked across the coast,

He could only see one thing,

His mother on a sailing boat,

Driven by the wind.

 

How he longed to take the leap,

Into the depths below,

Face the truth that is his fear,

And then let his mother go.

 

As he looked across the coast,

He could hear his mother’s laugh,

Her words, “I love you, the most!”

And her footsteps up the path.

 

How he longed to take her hand,

And look her in the eye,

Face the truth and take a stand,

And say to her, “Good-bye”.

 

By Jody Dontje

~ How does this poem make you feel?

POETRY: Broken

Broken

A broken vase, a fallen chair,

A broken heart, betrayal, despair.

 

A trust built like the tallest wall,

And now the bricks lay on the floor.

 

Salty tears, a broken plate,

Shattered trust, betrayal, hate.

 

By Jody Dontje

What does this poem mean to you?

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