Sniff of Spring
Small cotton balls form clusters,
they hang like chandeliers
waiting to burst full of colour.
Tips of fine green hair
just above the surface,
Signs the ground is about to rupture.
Pockets of sweet impregnated air,
waits for warmer air to surf on.
Honey bees ready for the busy shift,
humming for the punch drunk pollen
they work on.
the newborn chirp,
the seasons theme song,
same but different every year.
The plum flower so early,
chance of destruction by a late frozen tear.
Chocolate cake soil,
waits for the oven to be turned on.
Then it will give rise and grow.
The arrival of the best time of year.
Accumulation of enthusiasm,
growing with the natural flow.
© Deon Heemskerk 30-8-2012
Just for a second I was so proud.
But the tree in the forest falling is not heard, if no one is around.
I’d been left on my island long ago.
Just like the castaway talking to a coconut head, that was me too.
Across the great seas, friends have left to make new lives.
I’m the little straggling kid behind the class, behind the times.
Joy taken from the reflection of the sun off the flowing river.
Cheap form of happiness but it wont find the silver.
The increasing heaviness of the living price.
The weights of responsibility stacking under my eyes.
Sink or swim, the ice over this cold water is so thin.
© Deon Heemskerk 18-6-2012
In the cold of the morning, the frost cannot freeze your thoughts.
A restless nights sleep, no clarity it has brought.
The early morning sun kisses the side of your cheek.
It’s the warmth of direction and focus you seek.
The struggle within, the struggle many face.
True passion, that must be freedom the lucky taste.
The hope of yours, may become the disappointment of others.
Responsibilities stack and time increases the smoulder.
They shouldnt be called cross roads, there is more than just right and left.
Many tracks to choose from, which consoles your soul best?
The easiest path is never the right one.
If you had of walked up the hill, you would have won.
The time lost in limbo on the plain, easy walking but no fun.
Time to hit the hill and head for the sun.
© Deon Heemskerk 16-12-2012
My mind wanders through the forest of possibility.
Life’s choices, paths leading to different realities.
Follow the smell of excitement?
A glimpse of the sun over the hill?
Easy to get bogged down in the day to day muddy valley.
Stuck entangled, in the blackberry of misinformation and social display.
Wound up so tight, with the thorns of misfortunes of others.
Walk off those shackles and a wash of freedom it will bring.
© Deon Heemskerk 15-8-2012
In my deepest depths of pain, my escape a dream of you.
Short snippets of happiness in this fiery plain of truth.
Needle point accuracy, sword of reality piercing through.
Fever grabs hold of time, twisted, distorted view.
How long will his tunnel run?
No light in sight!
How long will this tripled gravity, hold my body down with all its might?
As I wait for the dawn, for this sickness to thaw.
I wonder will I look upon life, more positively than before?
© Deon Heemskerk 14-8-2012