Thursday, 7 May 2020

Sticks, Sullen, Ballad ~ Uwais Coetzee

Sticks


You know the bond when your insides
feel it in their insides and you smile
without knowing how not to.
Like the leaves on the sticks,
the branches on the trees,
the crunch of the grass,
the yous and the mes,
nature calls.
On a phone that never needed to ring
for you to know its here.
Like a message that you
never needed to receive to know you had it bad.
With fate pulling the strings and the clouds are all that sings,
the sky is on our side and we our love can find, nature calls,
and who are we to deny it?




Sullen


Sullen skies hung over us tonight
While we tried to spill our thoughts
into small enough containers to be understood.
Bubbling over to each other,
 trying to find the scars,
trace the marks of the days we laughed
and cried and failed but tried.
Balcony soliloquies that would pass as prose
between actors in a play amongst storytellers.
Experiences in search of an outlet
between people in search of a closure amongst themselves.
Balconies under sullen skies.




Ballad


Unrequited was the word that most would use.
You just used love.
Love is blind to the obvious as obvious as it is.
So even though we find ways to avoid the sun at every turn,
it still can’t help shining down. You are the sun.
No poem, no word, no ballad, no phrase could ever phase she who blocks the sun,
but your rays bleed down to warm the muse who found a muse in another.
Notes that can't help being played onto deaf ears.
Embraces on numb bodies. Love on loveless hearts.
Unrequited is what most use. We just say love.


© Uwais Coetzee


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