Storm’s wake

Another photo sent to me by Tom. It reminds me a lot of the Karoo farm landscape in South Africa.

However, this one was taken by a French photographer.

Photo credit: Christine Muraton

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Outpost

Another poem from Poetry Club. I was feeling a bit lost and defeated, I guess, but maybe we all do sometimes.

Thank heavens for hope.

Photo credit: Stock image

Monrovian Dream

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My friend Wesley gets sent all over for his work. His latest project is in Monrovia, Liberia. He sent me some photos of the city from an old building, where a party had been hosted a few days before. It’s soo Africa to do that! Love it. I wrote this poem to go with this particular photo but it sums up my sentiment for Africa. It’s such a wonderful place, crippled by criminals on all levels.

Photo credit: Wesley Roberts

Calligram gun

I wrote this as a response to a news article I read last year around Women’s Day in South Africa. It told the story of a man who shot his estranged wife at her place of work, killing her.

At that time, the theme for the following poetry club meeting was to write a calligram.

The image is a stock photo. Our hands do so many things.

Oggendlig

I wrote this Afrikaans poem first, and then went looking for a suitable photo to go with it. I took this photo at my brother and his wife’s home one evening we were sat around the fire.

It roughly translates as:

I want to listen country with you / Hang onto the moment / Until the sun comes up / And the morning light catches me