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

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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?