POETRY: Trust (Hidden Lock and Key)

Trust (Hidden Lock and Key)

Trust can be a tenuous thing, I must say,

I must say.

A key that cannot be just given away,

On any such day, no way, no way!

 

It needs to be built upon a stable foundation,

Worked to be kept in the proper condition,

With two people resisting unfaithful temptation,

To withstand storms should be the main mission.

 

Trust can be an unstable thing, still to this day,

Still to this day.

A lock that is sacred and hidden away,

Protect it each day, keep disasters at bay.

 

By Jody Dontje

POETRY: Unfound Love, Profound Love

Unfound Love, Profound Love

In a land, far away,

A man searches long and wide,

Within the jungle and in the caves,

Seeking out his yet found wife.

 

Day and night thoughts are of her,

Like a shadow that never leaves,

Oh, why is there no cure?

A locked up jail that has no keys!

 

Unfound love,

Profound love,

A desire sent from above.

 

Searching high,

Searching low,

A desire sent from below.

 

In a land, quite near home,

A man searches all alone,

Within his mind and within his soul,

He continues to cherish just one goal.

 

By Jody Dontje

POETRY: Moments

Moments

I wish my eyes were a camera,

Capturing moments for all to see.

An instance of pure happiness,

Or of devastation and misery.

 

Those times of heightened emotion,

Whether they be good or bad.

To either make another feel better,

Or to help someone feel glad.

 

We all have struggles to overcome,

So sharing them can be an aid,

To those who feel quite alone,

Who feel somewhat afraid.

 

Then sometimes we just need to cheer them up,

Let them see the good in the world.

Oh, I wish my eyes were a camera,

To show we live on a pearl!

 

Life is precious, and the land is alive,

We need to work together to survive,

We should help each other to see the light,

To say ‘yes’ instead of ‘I might’.

 

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: Lingering

Lingering

You brush over my mind,

Like a light feather on my skin.

I see your melting eyes,

And your voice seems to sing.

 

I’ve moved on and love all,

That I’ve achieved and who I am,

But here you are once more,

On my mind again.

 

Here you are once more,

Like an image flickering by.

You’re reachable with effort,

Like a balloon that’s flown high.

 

Yet the time and space apart,

Makes it like a dream.

Intangible and almost forbidden,

Something that could’ve been.

 

How can it be so long?

We’ve both grown and moved on.

Yet I don’t need to ask,

To know I’m not your past.

 

We will always be connected,

Even when far apart,

An invisible link protected,

A speckle stuck on the heart.

 

By Jody Dontje

POETRY: Plain and Green

Plain and Green

I am lonely on a surface,

Seeing the world with new eyes,

I feel so lost and frustrated,

What am I? Who am I?

 

Behind me is a crumbling brown,

Below me is all green,

Above me is the brightest circle,

That my eyes have ever seen.

 

The surface seems to have green veins,

And bounce beneath my weight,

My stomach is grumbling with pains,

A feeling that I hate.

 

I take in a breath and begin to slide,

To the very edge,

I peek over the side with wide eyes,

My body shakes with dread.

 

With fearful eyes I gaze below,

And see a surface that gleams,

It reflects an image in the shallow,

Of a veiny shape of green.

 

Upon this pointed oval shape,

Is a creature that I barely see,

With tearful eyes I say ‘Wait,

Is that creature me?’

 

I am so small and hardly there,

I am all plain and green,

I continue to shake and fearfully stare,

At this creature I wish I had not seen.

 

By Jody Dontje

~ This poem is in dedication to my Fictional Short Story that I may upload one day.

POETRY: The Friendship Line

The Friendship Line

There can be a fine line

Between friends and lovers.

We sometimes pass over this line slightly,

But only in our own minds, under the covers.

 

A strong surge of feelings rise like a

Heatwave from within,

Then it passes and fades

As you fight to not let those feelings win.

 

Sometimes it is what they say,

That makes your heart seem to jolt.

Other times it is what they do,

That makes you question, makes you stop.

 

We brush it off like a harmless speck

That hovers over our skin and lands,

Laughing at ourselves and thinking,

‘We have always just been friends’.

 

Then of course there are those times,

Where a change rushes over their face,

Or there are alterations in their manner

That makes you closer, or creates space.

 

All aboard the friendship,

That will take us on a ride,

Of ups and downs and questions flowing,

Rushing deeply on inside.

 

By Jody Dontje