Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, 30 April 2012

Whisper

A gentle breeze moves across the water
Glides by, simple, quiet, and listens…
Early morning, cold night turns over, sleeps
A breeze, pushed by morning light, blinks
Quiet embers of orange, replaced by yellow
Stretch, yawn and roll out for the day
Water is pushed by the wind, faint, but moves
Tides beckon, water knows no master,
Clatter of gulls, and of boats, tap
Like a finger, on the pane, “wake up”
Buoys sit, jewels upon a field of blue, smiling
Their catch buried deep…hold fast
Gulls lift with laughter, men sweat with diesel
A days catch revealed, gulls feed, stories made
Waves begin, blue with anticipation, white with regret
Move and roll, excited for the journey, renewal
No boundaries, limitless, green and blue wrestle
Cold, deep, dark cold, blue wins
Island is refuge, the breeze belongs, a resting place
Mist rolls and licks the branches, pine cones’ rattle
Speak of hope, longing, for the future
Moss and lichen, revel the view, driftwood lies
Rocks abound, timeless time, revealed on shore
Colors of yesterday, ancient mariners for today
Provide respite, shells and seaweed take hold
Light provides warmth, stones reveal story
Early morning, a simple breeze lifts
Ignited by light and color, it moves
Enveloped in beauty and trust, it listens
Revealed by sight and sound, gently
In whispers of hushed tones, to us, this day…
A gentle breeze moves across the water
Glides by, simple, quiet, and …
“shhhhh…want to know a secret"?
(reflections on a painting by Elizabeth Kendall)
Poem: R.J. Heller
Acrylic on canvas. Done with a palette knife. The original is 128 cm. × 102 cm. and sold. This was a commission and a great challenge. I enjoyed every minute of painting it!! I live in South Africa and Rick Heller ( who bought it) in the USA. He also wrote the beautiful poem.
What a joy it is to share our creativity and God-given talents! (1 Sept. 2010)

Sunday, 29 April 2012

My moedertaal

Soos ryp appels in my hande

wil ek die woorde van my taal

vashou en blinkvryf

knarsend kou en

luister na die klanke

helder, oop en mooi

so heerlik

appelbloedbloedrooi

my taal waarin ek troos

my taal waarin ek bid

dié taal wat kruisbeen

in my binnekamers sit

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Saturday, 28 April 2012

Tuisgekom


Jou skouers is my vesting
teen vaal verdriet en seer
jou hande is die mure
wat stormskade keer
in jou hart is daar 'n holte
'n rusplek net vir my
waarin ek ewig-dankbaar
gewilliglik wil bly

Elizabeth Kendall ©

Iewers


Ek droom van ‘n vissershuis

met ‘n rietdak

langs die bloudam

en ‘n goudgeel duin

waar die sand

deur my tone

bruinsuiker

die son

oor my kaal skouers

ramba en riel

en ek

skulpe optel

dit teen my oor hou

en toe-oog

dink

aan jou

Elizabeth Kendall ©

Tortelduif.


Ou duifie by die waterbak

so rustig in ons tuin

jou liefhêliedjie ongestoord

laat sorge gou verdwyn

jou kom en gaan

so ongemerk

jou versie vrolik-bly

is deel van elke dag se menswees

"koe-koerr-doek, koe-koerr-doek"

só spesiaal vir my!

Elizabeth Kendall ©