Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

Love does not have any boundaries,
it climbs over mountains and wanders into valleys,
it seeks out all of the hidden places of the heart;
places where only loving words can go.
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Vanity is a very bad thing
it has the ability to make you think
that you are better than ordinary people
and it lets you think that you are a god
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In the Simonsberg mountains lays a valley
that is intricately woven in the colours and shades
of the late summer and the beginning of autumn
when the leaves have an array of different hues
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Between the sand dunes
and the rocky waterless mountains
I came to look for the treasure of your heart
and in the Namib I will find you, my desert rose
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As if killed, turned on its own back,
the serpent lies motionless, as if asleep
while something in the black eyes glow

while its measuring spitting, striking distance,
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I saw it whispering, suddenly hissing,
with its waving big head drawn somewhat back
it was looking deadly, ready to attack;
just moments before it was uncoiling,
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Her web gleams like the spokes of a bicycle,
she weaves her own pattern out of her soul
as a decagon that she keeps rolling out,
out of her inner silver shiny pivot
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When your heart leaks
of sadness like a broken clay vessel
and words of people just leave potsherds
and everything that you did believe
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Far and as wide as the eye can see
lays the valleys, between the acacia trees,
the rock faces and the hillocks
of the Waterberg Mountains
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Like a lonely sentinel
the windmill towers over the flat escarpment
of the northern Free State,
drawing water deep out of the earth
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