Leave me not Riverside

By Kevin du Plessis

 

Please do not leave me behind Riverside,

for, in the centre of all things I stand

that make out my existing stars and land,

the universe itself from me does hide

when I am not there to see or feel

what it chooses to me to reveal.

I beg you Riverside leave me not behind,

for, on your banks I have found a home

that is unrivalled with the views of the blind

who make up the world but has not come.

For god’s sake do not leave me,

for, it is not I who travel from you,

it is you who shifts from me.

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What would you call a man

By Kevin du Plessis

What would you call a man, a maker,

who with a passion made perfectly

two of his works that grow expertly,

but does not self become care-taker?

Marries his work when passion surges,

beauty he moulds and puts together,

then lets them go for now and ever,

tending to new and darker urges.

An artist he must surely be,

for he left my brother and he left me.

Three Haikus

By Kevin du Plessis

 

LEAVES

Graciously swirling

through the golden air to that

dry flutter music.

 

THUNDER

A sudden white flash

warns a great clap of rumbling

revels from the earth.

 

MIST

You veil all the world

with that ghostly soul and yet

evade a plain touch.

William’s Tongue

By Kevin du Plessis

(This is an exercise in how to write a proper Shakespearean sonnet and by no means a true reflection of my feelings towards modern language use.)

 

From every face O Time will take a thing,

Thine spark that dwells in th’eye it shalt acquire

T’is not a thing to stop from happening,

The skin will surely fade from all desire.

A golden hue may put a halo there

But when season changeth it will be grey,

Or worse, a head without a single hair,

This doom awaits the youth of those who may:

Survive the deseaséd of all their peers;

And grow another nose upon their own

To join an even greater pair of ears,

A singing voice agéd, reduced to groan.

So hath our very speech been dulled in age,

The thee’s and thou’s have been reduced to page.

Dear House

By Kevin du Plessis

If,

There was a thing

To see within your walls

I must admit mere eyes of glass

There is that may have caught a wing

Of yellow feather passing by

In the tree that stands so tall

Roots all reaching for your fall

From  below  She  has  to  try

To crack your bricks and free,

The space, you jailed just for me

Shakespeare moes ook vriende hê

Deur Kevin du Plessis

(Afrikaans)

 

Los eers Valentynskaartjielirieke

Of troudagmusiek met confetti,

En traanpik somerplaashartbreek,

Ek moet vanaand vir jou sê,

In ons stoutwees- en sigaretrookdae

Van drie-uur-slaap en vinnig-ry:

Shakespeare moes ook vriende hê

 

Na al ons harteliedjies

en “Ag, jy’s os oulik”-dientjies

Gaan ons silwer volmaanblesdae kry

Van dink watter glimlagure om te replay.

Dit gaan wees van ek en jy

en Jimmy

en Gerrie

En al die res

Toe seks ’n joke was

En ons handboekgeldbiere

En ’n matras op die gras

Genoeg vir ons was.

En as ons almal gaan lê,

Onthou,

Shakespeare moes ook vriende hê

 

Ek skryf dit nou vir ons op ’n poskaart

En stuur dit deur droomgebeurtyd

Om die wêreld te reis van hand na hand

Of op jou stoep te land

Met vanaand se woorde wat sê,

Dit gaan wees van ek en jy

en Jimmy

en Gerrie

En al die res

Toe seks ’n joke was

En ons handboekgeldbiere

En ’n matras op die gras

Genoeg vir ons was.

En as ons almal gaan lê,

Onthou,

Shakespeare moes ook vriende hê

Ou, Shakespeare moes ook vriende hê

Gesigte in die Muur

Deur Kevin du Plessis

(Afrikaans)

Of ons dit nou kan sien

Of ons dit nou kan hoor

Of voel of ruik of proe

Weet, hulle is hier

Die gesigte in die muur

 

In ons kerslig gange

En ons wegkruipplekke

Van sit of staan of lê

Kyk, hulle is daar

Dies wat so alewig staar

 

Onthou jou son-speel-tyd

In die dae van gou-gou groot

Daai alleen-gevoel van duiweljaag,

Dit was die koppe

Wat deur pleister stoot

Nog elke uur was daar gesigte in die muur

Dis hulle wat oor jou skouer loer

En net as jy wegdraai roer

Weet, hulle is hier

Die gesigte in die muur

 

Met donderslag se skrik

Of ’n leë huis se stil

Van doof tot blêr, of niks

Hoor, hulle luister

Die bekke wat so fluister

 

In donker van die nag

In helder van die dag

Laas en nou en more

Voel hulle aan

As jy teen bakstene staan

 

Nog elke uur was daar gesigte in die muur

Dis hulle wat oor jou skouer loer

En net as jy wegdraai roer

Weet, hulle is hier

Die gesigte in die muur