Digging For Diamonds And Gold & Looking At Jica, Dfid And Bird Poem by Margaret Alice

Digging

Me, alone with my thoughts in an office –
not a good idea: For a short while I dream
of being in a sacred space and my mind
becomes a cathedral

Then, I look at the lack-lustre document –
MONUC looks like someone in a monastery
PNUT looks just like sputnik going kaputnik
UNFPA sounds like umph said in pain

While colleagues are bristling in righteous
anger about Management telling a Minister
they refuse to serve him because officialdom
is trying to prove they are supreme

All is conflict about me, charcoal hearts burning
in anger, I go digging for diamonds and gold to
purge in the fires burning around me …


Looking At JICA, DFID And BiRD

My emotions are my very own Global
Positioning System; Abraham states
with great conviction

The universe is reflecting back to me
the essence of how I’m feeling about it,
oh dear, this means

I feel the universe is boring because
right now boredom is all I see, maybe
the solution will be

To run off and drink a cup of tea while
perusing “The Messiah-Code” by Adriaan
Snyman – at least

This sounds interesting - thus the
universe promises to start reflecting
colourful interest back at me

Once I’m free from boredom in my office,
I’m tired of looking at JICA, DFID and
BiRD – while not a single one

Of these abbreviations are singing
for me!