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Malyan Pereira

  

                           

    Earth, an inheritance salvaged   

'What ails you mother', she cried!
    looking into her abyss eyes,
    'you're withered, wasted and dried!’

    and Earth sadly ruminated:
    ‘an inheritance
    hung by a thread,
    whittled by greed and
    never-ending need’

    teetering at her poles,
    disheveled by drought
    lashed by fury,
    ridden by flood
    depleted and spoilt.

    ‘if only they’d stop, and let her
    gather the shreds of her dignity
    and bequeath it to posterity’

    A WORLD LUSH WITH LIFE
    FRESH BREATH, FRESH EARTH
    ILLUMINATED AND BRIGHT, AND…’

    …AN INHERITANCE SALVAGED



   

It's a special day for me, because it's my father's birthday. He went away from me 28 years ago
when he was 50 (the same age I am today).


   
Malyan Pereira 19 feb 2008


 

 

 My Thoughts

               My secret thoughts are no longer secret
               as I scratch them out on paper.
               The ink blinks
               The paper creeps and wrinkles
               with the weight of thoughts
               not divulged.
               I shut this book
               hoping the next person
               who opens it is me.
               The weight of another
               secret thought
               that may or may not be.

               Secret thoughts, secret whispers
               till the day is done
               and night steals in and stealthily flips
               page after page
               to find nothing but blanks.
               Yet the book lies heavy
               with secrets unshed
               waiting for inhibition to
               walk away naked.
               And then I slip my thoughts in
               My secrets
               which remain secret no more

               The ink blinks
               The paper creeps and wrinkles
               And all it takes
               is a gust of wind to expose it all
               My secret thoughts are no longer secret anymore


 

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