deepundergroundpoetry.com
All About A Photograph
Our new home
has the most peacefull
garden
I have ever come accross;
nestled quietly
in the whisper
of the trees
the birds
dance
flirtatious
love ballads
at anyone who passes by
I find peace here.
Bought some steel
started a braai
A braai for the
non South African
reader
is
Making a fire
with wood and charcoal
and
burning
an animal on it
(dead animal)
[Okay, the flesh of a dead
animal]
it is normally
complemented
with beer
Laager mostly
but sometimes a Pilsner
or African brewed
bucket beer
It's considered
cultural cuisine
in the Southern tip
of our continent
Positioned enough
steel on the stoep
(Patio for the non South African
reader)
found my rocking chair
lit a fire
and enjoyed
the flames dancing
to the music
of the birds
remixed
in the whisper
of the trees
When that fire was ready
I loaded the grill with
vegetables
Mushrooms
Squash
Marrows
Sprouts
They sizzled
I realised
suddenly
How stupid
I must look
to a tree
(Murdering it's offspring)
That I couldn't eat
I stared at it instead
for an hour
Then went to a butcher
bought some
cow
Didn't eat that either
I was too
damn
tired
;)
Entry 23
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
Posted April 23rd
has the most peacefull
garden
I have ever come accross;
nestled quietly
in the whisper
of the trees
the birds
dance
flirtatious
love ballads
at anyone who passes by
I find peace here.
Bought some steel
started a braai
A braai for the
non South African
reader
is
Making a fire
with wood and charcoal
and
burning
an animal on it
(dead animal)
[Okay, the flesh of a dead
animal]
it is normally
complemented
with beer
Laager mostly
but sometimes a Pilsner
or African brewed
bucket beer
It's considered
cultural cuisine
in the Southern tip
of our continent
Positioned enough
steel on the stoep
(Patio for the non South African
reader)
found my rocking chair
lit a fire
and enjoyed
the flames dancing
to the music
of the birds
remixed
in the whisper
of the trees
When that fire was ready
I loaded the grill with
vegetables
Mushrooms
Squash
Marrows
Sprouts
They sizzled
I realised
suddenly
How stupid
I must look
to a tree
(Murdering it's offspring)
That I couldn't eat
I stared at it instead
for an hour
Then went to a butcher
bought some
cow
Didn't eat that either
I was too
damn
tired
;)
Entry 23
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
Posted April 23rd
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 1
comments 0
reads 544
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept comments.