I dream about a new day
When night is passed
And I can follow dreams
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Sugarman
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Papa Loves Mambo.”
Like many South African families, Rodriguez was a fixture in our home. My dad would slap on the music along with eggs and toast on Sunday mornings and we’d all get to hear his favorites, never forgetting the Stones and his all time hero Rod Stewart. My dad had a huge collection of records, he collected them like I collected books. And of course there was always the mystery of how Rodriguez died for there was no record of it, he just vanished off the face of the Earth. In the absence of hard cold fact, many theories did indeed abound. For any readers who have not seen Searching for Sugarman, it is an amazing documentary! A must-see!
Gaining Victory
Facing the enemy
I fear my foe
Feeling my weakness
I pray for help
Forgetting myself
I yield my all
One step forward
To victory I go
One step forward
To heaven, to home
Our Apartment
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Our House.”
The first place I can remember living in was an apartment by the name of Ivanhoe. I was four or less, for I was four in the photo at my sister’s fifth birthday party and that was taken in the house we lived in next. I remember my mother in her bedroom with a window looking out to the main road, and my sister and I were going on an aeroplane to my grandparents in Cape Town. We were to fly attended only by the airline staff and my parents were going to drive down a short while later. My father was still enlisted for compulsory military camps so every few months he had to leave and go for a camp. I remember my sister and I playing in our bedroom one evening when he returned. For some reason I can remember playing with a toy iron the night he came back. Why I remember this I have no idea!
Waiting for the Rain
Scorched earth
Air heavy with
Fumes of thick smog
Heat rises from the
Dusty plainlands
Another day passed
Maybe tomorrow?
Once green shrubs
Thirst for the drops
To quench the drooping
Leaves, all of nature is
Quiet, still, wilting, tired
Waiting for the rain
South African Humor
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Soon?.”
Sharing a Trevor Noah clip, always funny even if a bit politically incorrect. Have any viewers seen him on the Daily Show?
Free Will
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.”
To be moulded
Against the boundaries
Imposed upon the nature
Of nature’s free will
Invisible Cord
It was only a decade
And two years ago
When you came into my life
And though I know
I will have to let you go
Your eyes will always
Hold their place
Inside of me
Happy birthday
First born son
Of mine
Daily Repeats
I have been taking careful note, the fresh daily prompts started in September and today we are back on repeats. Hopefully it is only for today and not until next September. I have sent some suggestions through that have not been used, so I know that at least a few are sitting on a server somewhere read/unread/deleted but definitely not used. Perhaps they may not be the best, most original suggestions ever, but sure beats washed out grey recycled repeats. Morning vent over!
We are on our way to the Hunter Valley for a long weekend here in Sydney. Have a happy Friday and weekend. Catch up later!
Piano Keys
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lazy Learners.”
In the year 2000, I took up piano lessons. The lessons were on a Saturday morning in a suburb in Johannesburg. I used to park out the front. One Saturday morning I finished my lesson and went outside. My car was gone. Vanished. It was the most awful feeling. I lived by myself and it is difficult nigh impossible to move around in Johannesburg without a car. I cannot remember how I arrived at work on the Monday, but I did, and the company had a fleet car they allowed me to use for a couple of weeks. I had to buy another car in that time, while still waiting for an insurance claim to be settled. Fortunately it was at that time that I was about to start a new job and would have increased funds to pay for a second car. The insurance claim itself took over seven weeks to finalise. After six weeks the police recovered the car and wanted to return it to me. It was totally stripped. A shell of a car, I could hardly recognise it. I refused to accept it back.
I stopped the piano lessons, gave my piano to a newly married couple who really desired one (and they could both play), and have never got past beginner stage since then. I have a keyboard that I have practiced on, but time has flown, perhaps it’s two years since I last practiced on it. I love the feel of the keys underneath my fingers though, and being able to play even the most basic tunes. It is still on my to-do list for when I have more time or inclination.
Poems and Petals 