Charl JF Cilliers Poems

They grow
in the depths
of a sea’s glow,
the hugeness
...

Nearby you see him in air
cavorting in twistings of light

that part of him that you share
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No longer is there a train
that goes steaming by
and yet I still see the red coals glowing
against the morning sky.
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I would turn the prow
to where it found the wind
rushing to fill the sails
with a shudder beneath my feet
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Flower of Paradise
filled with nectars
so out of place here
on the rough
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In the beginning was the word...

Oṃ śānti śānti śānti
...

Would she ever admit
the dance is an illusion?

No, she would never think to quit,
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Life’s choices
never made

trinkets hoarded
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