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I see your figure climbing up the hill by Esther van der Vyver

I see your figure climbing up the hill at first so small that I think it is a statue a trick of the light and what is this you are doing? semaphores, Morse code your arms blinking and wheeling in...

Save me by Esther van der Vyver

Save me, save me nothing, a gesture the brush of a hand against a shirt leaves falling like boats through the thick air the way you pushed your hair backwards off your face the way I waited long past rationality...

Waar was jy? by Jaco Jacobs

[tabby title="Poem"] Ek dink aan jou woorde As ek die son en maan sien met die sterre aan sy sy Ek sal jou nooit verlaat Hier is my hand vat hom en jy sal nie jou toon stamp nie Waar...

In The Tracks Of My Tears by Sabelo Wa Ka Methula

The day was still very young in me Everything was still cherished and revered Logic was all lost in the mist of love She came into my yard With a bunch of promises And planted a rose in the garden...

A Table Of Fighters by Ayabulela Tutuse

I was sitting around a table with 6 strong women Women that had 6 different stories to tell Stories of hardship Stories that are the cause of their daily heartache Yet they have beautiful faces to hide, veil the pain...