0109007 –Nepal Commentary
Silent screams fall on deafened ears
Man’s inhumanity to man caught all too easily
In eyes widened at the horror, dried of all tears.
Comes a stage where only mute testimony
Bears witness to fratricide and lust.
Mask’s used through the years
Silver, copper, gold
Age-old patterns etched on frightened faces
Seen against the Holy red
Speak of blood split recently
Gone are the days of the good and the just.
Keeping company in minor key
Dark Ganesh’s face looks on tranquilly.
Above saints, sadhus, Buddhas lined up
A fragile last defence against the cluttered Khurkuris
Hilts displayed in a threatening legion below.
Life’s pageant spread for all who wish to see
A latticed screen reflects the knot of eternity
A sign of hope caught only in photography.
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Wednesday, September 3, 2008
requiem for a friend long dead
SONG FOR ETERNITY
Sometimes when I watch you march
with your legions across the sky
I wonder why you chose to fly
away leaving me earthbound
to mourn your passing every time
clouds fill my mind or fill the sky
Sometimes I watch as you and yours play
Tumbling down over cliffs
Soaring back into the firmament
To vanish with your laughter
an echo in the fabric of my life
and I long to hear your voice today
but tell myself that was never meant
Sometimes when I watch you march
with your legions across the sky
I wonder why you chose to fly
away leaving me earthbound
to mourn your passing every time
clouds fill my mind or fill the sky
Sometimes when I fly
I look down on you and the ancient souls
of Africa towering above the ground
filling up the sky
I feel even more apart from you
When I look down on clouds that
contain you below me
than when you are above me
But I don’t know why
Sometimes when I watch you march
with your legions across the sky
I wonder why you chose to fly
away leaving me earthbound
to mourn your passing every time
clouds fill my mind or fill the sky
Sometimes when I think of how
we loved and laughed and the games
we played when first we met
I know why when you joined
the legions marching across the sky
you took my childhood with you
Leaving me eternally alone and yet
part of me is always at ease
when I see clouds fill the sky
Sometimes when I watch you march
with your legions across the sky
I wonder why you chose to fly
away leaving me earthbound
to mourn your passing every time
clouds fill my mind or fill the sky
Sometimes I watch as you and yours play
Tumbling down over cliffs
Soaring back into the firmament
To vanish with your laughter
an echo in the fabric of my life
and I long to hear your voice today
but tell myself that was never meant
Sometimes when I watch you march
with your legions across the sky
I wonder why you chose to fly
away leaving me earthbound
to mourn your passing every time
clouds fill my mind or fill the sky
Sometimes when I fly
I look down on you and the ancient souls
of Africa towering above the ground
filling up the sky
I feel even more apart from you
When I look down on clouds that
contain you below me
than when you are above me
But I don’t know why
Sometimes when I watch you march
with your legions across the sky
I wonder why you chose to fly
away leaving me earthbound
to mourn your passing every time
clouds fill my mind or fill the sky
Sometimes when I think of how
we loved and laughed and the games
we played when first we met
I know why when you joined
the legions marching across the sky
you took my childhood with you
Leaving me eternally alone and yet
part of me is always at ease
when I see clouds fill the sky
lyrics to another unsung song
Mistaken Identity
I thought it was a road, it turned out to be a parking lot
In my hands I held a crystal ball but it was
just a bubble waiting to be burst.
The conveyer belt seemed to take me forward
but everything around me was really moving back.
Often what you’ve lost isn’t obvious at first.
Seems what you never had is what you miss the most
Shards and splinters of what might have been
carving initials on your heart.
The bright promise of the rainbow
is really just another way to look at rain
Reality not circumstance keeps us apart.
Close the windows, lock the door, throw away the key
Draw the curtains on the happy memories
they were never meant to last.
The sun goes down on hopes and dreams
fading swiftly, fleeing forever into the dark
Trust and innocence are relegated to the past.
Cobwebs of a life gone by like a maiden’s wedding dress
All gossamer and lace dressed for just a day
the magic fades all too soon.
Tears fall like autumn leaves and lie forgotten
on the ground swept over by the winds of time
Leaving only echoes of a long forgotten tune.
Love lost dances solo on a darkened stage
Movements to a sad and silent melody
the last act draws to a close.
What I thought was reality was just a pretty show
the curtain comes down, the players leave the stage
I’m on my own - Love’s Labours Lost, I suppose.
I thought it was a road, it turned out to be a parking lot
In my hands I held a crystal ball but it was
just a bubble waiting to be burst.
The conveyer belt seemed to take me forward
but everything around me was really moving back.
Often what you’ve lost isn’t obvious at first.
Seems what you never had is what you miss the most
Shards and splinters of what might have been
carving initials on your heart.
The bright promise of the rainbow
is really just another way to look at rain
Reality not circumstance keeps us apart.
Close the windows, lock the door, throw away the key
Draw the curtains on the happy memories
they were never meant to last.
The sun goes down on hopes and dreams
fading swiftly, fleeing forever into the dark
Trust and innocence are relegated to the past.
Cobwebs of a life gone by like a maiden’s wedding dress
All gossamer and lace dressed for just a day
the magic fades all too soon.
Tears fall like autumn leaves and lie forgotten
on the ground swept over by the winds of time
Leaving only echoes of a long forgotten tune.
Love lost dances solo on a darkened stage
Movements to a sad and silent melody
the last act draws to a close.
What I thought was reality was just a pretty show
the curtain comes down, the players leave the stage
I’m on my own - Love’s Labours Lost, I suppose.
Monday, September 1, 2008
mack the knife
On the indian ocean side the waves marched in their usual regimented lines, one of the few places in the world where parallel waves occur. But the waves were bolder, higher assuming a Jack in the Beanstalk character, thundering down on the shore from way out to sea. In the distance, caught by the light, but invisible in this photo, a giant tanker nestled in the comparative safety of the Bay, glistening eerily red low on the horizon. And in the shallows, on what is normally a sandy beach, three little boys played in the shallows, dressed in wet suits to insulate against the cold, ignoring the strictures of parents and the hazards chillingly printed on the notice board. Images of joy incarnate.
mystic meringue
The Atlantic seaboard was in the teeth of the storm which hit us on the weekend. The sea on that side is cold, wild and majestic. Stirred by gale force winds the shoreline became a cauldron of white meringue as Neptune tried to entice the seafront houses into his embrace.
Sail on silver girl
"Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.See how they shine.
If you need a friend
Im sailing right behind. "
Across a silver sea, light caught in a glistening frenzy,
A tiny boat sails silently,
caught in the crystal lens of the photographer's art.
Dark shape gliding on water's wild reflections,
heading for peace, and home.
bridge over troubled water
Strange how violent water can get sometimes. They say it is the strongest element and that it will always find a way to get to where it's going, given time. We have been sitting in the centre of a storm for two days and in a gap in the weather, when the gods had turned their heads, we went to see what the sea was doing to the coastline. The peaceful little estuary of our vlei which only shows ripples instead of waves, and then only if the tide is running into the vlei, was an angry cauldron of waves hurling themselves against the suddenly fragile-seeming bridge. Two hours after Spring High tide had been and gone, it still looked like this. It was though the water wanted to reach out and drag the bridge and its occupants down into its arms and devour them.
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