A fusion of cells result in a living mass
of potential and hope,
Gift from God
growing,
Each second life beckons,
No identity,
yet a spark ignites.
It fights to survive,
to thrive,
stay alive,
A stream of red feeds,
nourishes,
flourishes,
Growing stronger,
Feeling claustrophobic,
It knows it,
Trying to close it,
Failing to expose it.
Rushing emotions,
Tied down by contortions,
Air around blows life abound
inside that cave
of comfort and devotion,
Motion beckons,
Movement stirs.
Realisation of existing,
Participating,
Intellect stirs,
Tuition from body
mind and soul,
Curiosity grows,
Bestows a fresh outlook on surroundings,
Sounds abound,
Patterns evolving,
Language astounding.
Throbbing of life
almost complete,
Just starting out,
Life awaits,
What to give?
The journey,
Almost complete,
Let’s wait and see
for new breath
to comfort and soothe.
Author Bio:
Don Beukes was born, raised and educated in the last two decades of Apartheid in Cape Town, South Africa. He studied English Literature at UWC, a predominantly 'black' university where his love for poetry was cultivated. He wants to share globally his literal mentality and attempt to adjust our moral compass through his words and make us float on poetry. He writes in English and Afrikaans, which despite its negative association to Apartheid, is still the first language of many South Africans of 'mixed race' heritage.
of potential and hope,
Gift from God
growing,
Each second life beckons,
No identity,
yet a spark ignites.
It fights to survive,
to thrive,
stay alive,
A stream of red feeds,
nourishes,
flourishes,
Growing stronger,
Feeling claustrophobic,
It knows it,
Trying to close it,
Failing to expose it.
Rushing emotions,
Tied down by contortions,
Air around blows life abound
inside that cave
of comfort and devotion,
Motion beckons,
Movement stirs.
Realisation of existing,
Participating,
Intellect stirs,
Tuition from body
mind and soul,
Curiosity grows,
Bestows a fresh outlook on surroundings,
Sounds abound,
Patterns evolving,
Language astounding.
Throbbing of life
almost complete,
Just starting out,
Life awaits,
What to give?
The journey,
Almost complete,
Let’s wait and see
for new breath
to comfort and soothe.
Author Bio:
Don Beukes was born, raised and educated in the last two decades of Apartheid in Cape Town, South Africa. He studied English Literature at UWC, a predominantly 'black' university where his love for poetry was cultivated. He wants to share globally his literal mentality and attempt to adjust our moral compass through his words and make us float on poetry. He writes in English and Afrikaans, which despite its negative association to Apartheid, is still the first language of many South Africans of 'mixed race' heritage.
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