Chasm

December 3, 2015December 3, 2015Vonita 6 Comments

It has been nearly two years since I last returned ‘home’. A loved one said to me that he dreams about me at night. Distance separates so that others dream of me, as I dream of my mother who has long passed away. And yet I am still alive. Often we hear or even say, the world nowadays is connected and has become so small. But yet, when souls are separated, the world doesn’t feel small at all. It feels as if there are great chasms that exist, insurmountable to pass.

I am here
You are there
We are apart though
Never in heart

Tides of Life

November 30, 2015November 30, 2015Vonita 11 Comments

My Scottish grandmother and I outside her home in Cape Town

My grandparents bought a house in Cape Town in 1977, and made it their home. It was near the sea and you could catch a view of Table Mountain from a certain angle. We lived in Johannesburg (two-hour flight away), so used to go there on holidays. When I became a teenager, I discovered how similar in nature I was to my grandmother. We seemed to have similar quirks and oddities (many of which I’m pleased to say I have outgrown!) I felt closest to her than anyone. After my grandparents passed away, a relative moved into the house, which has now been sold, and my relative moved out yesterday. The house is ready for its new owners.

I remember when my husband and I packed up our home in Johannesburg. The moving company came and collected all the boxes and I remember sitting on the step thinking, the next time I see these boxes I will be on a different continent and have no idea where I will be unpacking them! It was a strange feeling. I waited for my husband to arrive home, and we drove to my mother-in-law. She had made up beds for us in the dining room, my defacto home for the next six weeks, while my husband went ahead of us in our move to Sydney. When we arrived on the Monday night, she made us tea and offered us homemade carrot cake. A lovely welcome, for a strange night of ours lives!

Tides come and go. Flowers bloom and die. Homes and hearts so welcoming, at some point, perhaps so far in the future it may seem, they cease to be, and are simply no more.

Replaced with new homes and new hearts.

Tears on my Pillow

August 23, 2015August 23, 2015Vonita Leave a comment

The rain started to fall. Softly at first. You know that quiet calming hum of raindrops falling. And then the thunder started. I lay in bed surrounded by pillows, and allowed myself to be comforted. By the world crying in harmony with my own tears. The rage of the thunder matching the rage of my own heart. I felt at one. And even though I knew my world would never be the same, even though I would have to find a new way, I knew, yes I knew, that everything would be okay. That once the storm had passed and my tears had dried, that I would find the strength to rise up again.

Morning Post

November 10, 2014November 10, 2014Vonita 5 Comments

Last night, or rather
This morning I went to bed
At two am and

Woke up now at six
Leaving me too tired to
Post a morning post

With a photograph
Or image that you may find
Quite Interesting

So this is all I
Can do, and that would be to
Count some syllables

Because you know me
I very much love to count
In five – seven – fives

Help yourself, goodnight

November 9, 2014November 9, 2014Vonita 7 Comments

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.”
Hmm. What should you have told me months ago?
What haven’t you been telling me?
All this time we have been together

For some reason
I am not getting a good feeling
I knew there must have been cause
For all your weekend work

The unscheduled callouts
Work-related schedules
That would happen
On my time

Go
I’m over you
There is no need
For any more messages

Left for me on my voice mail
That I can hardly make out
Do not want to make out
Do not want to hear it

And BTW, there is no message
That I do not know anyway
I was not born yesterday
I do not mind sharing

It is secrets I do not like
And information being withheld
As if I would even care
I’m tired, I’m off to bed

But before I go –
No joy from me
Help yourself
Good night

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/bad-signal/

History’s Legacy

November 3, 2014Vonita 2 Comments

Hard Drive has been unearthed
There is a year underneath

2014, can you believe?
That makes it like 200 years old

And what is more
There is a note attached

Very old English
These words we don’t even understand

A note from the owner
The name is Vonita

What would be written?
Handwritten, can you believe?
Captured on paper so antique
Wow, in those days paper was used
Notes all written by hand!

There is a book contained on this drive
It is called Passion through Poetry
In fact there are two books
A children’s book too, Sweet Marigold

And a lot of formatting being done
Mac Pages Enhance button was discovered today
So awesome, it is really a feature of the future

This special day what would it be?
3 November 2014

And there is an image of my mother
That I scanned in today
Taken in about 1954

What would her Legacy be?
What would my Legacy be?

It might not be my books
It might be the lessons I teach my two souls
That they might teach their souls
And on it goes
For years and decades and centuries in turn

My Legacy might not be my words
But then again, it might

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/buyers-beware/

Open Letter to a Narcissist

October 20, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita 2 Comments

(Weekly Writing Challenge – Genre-Blender)

Dear Toxic Person

Just a few questions to ask of you. How can you say, ‘It’s good to see you are smiling again’? When it was you who took the smile away. How can you say – ‘Glad to hear you are good’? When you didn’t care when I said I wasn’t.

How can anyone ever believe anything you say? It is all a facade. I can see through you, and I always did. I always will. My heart was too soft. It is too soft now. But I can touch it. And nurture it with my soft hands.

Which is something you can never do.

Farewell from me, I say goodbye.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/genre-blender/

Dreams as Bubbles

January 30, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita 1 Comment

What happens when your dreams come to pass? What happens when you dream a dream, and it comes true? What happens when there are no dreams to take its place? What happens with the void that is left in one’s heart, and one’s soul? What happens then?

Blowing bubbles in the wind. Being released into the world. Floating higher. Vulnerable. Fragile. Precious. Which ones will survive? Will any survive? Will they all be crushed? Remnants of thoughts and desires. The dreams are dreamt, and they become real.

Celebration of Spring

October 13, 2013February 27, 2015Vonita 1 Comment

First day of Spring today. A new month, a new week, a new season. May it bring in a new season of our lives. A season where we can be confident, assured, content and happy. Joy-filled. May all the past and any bitterness and regret be washed away, and a new beginning welcomed. I look to the sun and blue skies and the buds and blossoms and I feel encouraged and strengthened and joyous. The warmth fills my heart and lifts me up. Allows me to grow from where I am, my despair and anguish and pain is cast aside. And filled with laughter and love and joy, and there is a smile on my heart. That smile that radiates from within and bubbles out and springs forth and cannot be hidden.

We are blessed indeed.