You talk to me of Pluto - how it no longer exists, & why certain smiles never leave your memory. How you stood waiting for the train at the wrong platform. Why you think blue is the colour of longing. How twenty years later, mother earth will melt all its glaciers. You tell me about the songs that remind you of places, of people, of leaving. Your curiosity in cities. How the earth never stopped orbiting round the sun. How the sun never stopped burning. I lay open, pressed against the wall abloom. Spring is ending soon. The wind catches your words and carries them away. I breathe in the rays of sun. Rain melting on these rose-coloured tongues. The nights have not been kind. I await summer when I'd shine, brightest colours in a striking red. My honey leaves a distaste in your mouth. You talk in whispered verses now. Cloaked in morning light, I look on in silence while the seasons change. I know, yet I still I listen to every word you never said.
I pick flowers in spring periwinkle, iris, jacarandas blooms of spring, dinner table ornaments purple is mother’s favourite colour
I press flowers in spring trapped between pages of an encyclopaedia flattened, dehydrated, stiff but still beautiful – just like mother I lost mother in spring rain overflowed from the sky that day so did blood from her wrists I don’t like spring
I Like a summer morning, on a winter field The hills, shimmering Carefully layered with snow Poplar trees and wooden cottages, stand proud Emerging strong from the ground The ice-cold breeze, piercing, but Complemented well with the sun rays And with the sleds, Our boyish instincts, rightfully teased And so with loud cheers, we celebrated bliss
Our twenties can be the most confusing years of our lives. This is depicted in Yellow Chair Production’s magnificent musical, Our Time. The Marguerite team had the privilege of watching the musical last week and we left the Drama Centre Black Box in complete awe. With perfectly executed musical arrangements and choreography, our attention never wavered from the stage.
Miracles can happen anywhere at anytime, but it’s not a common occurrence in everyone’s life. When situations become uncontrollable by any human being, we turn to praying for a miracle to happen. I guess miracles are especially evident in the medical world, as lives are at stake. We only live once and would probably do anything in our power to prolong it if we could.