Perfect Day

November 20, 2014November 20, 2014Vonita 4 Comments

I’ve spent a few years
Looking outside of me
Yearning

For some company
To fill an internal need
Externally

Not that easy always
For friends to conjure up
Magically

So I picked up a pen
That is – my hands and began to type
Consistently

And what I’ve found
Is that I’ve started to heal
Miraculously

I am no longer looking
To fill a void to
Band-aid me

So now my perfect day
Would be to visit myself
Internally

To spend some time
Learning to paint a little
Artfully

I’ve booked on a course
To learn concepts of design
Visually

So I can write
And when I’m done I can
Graphically

Turn my writing
Into books that can keep others
Company

And to drink, some sparkling water
With ice and lemon and bubbles
Please!

No sparkling water but this will work!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/still-or-sparkling/

Taxi Swarm

November 20, 2014Vonita Leave a comment

Taxis waiting to
Transport commuters to where
They would need to go

Eccentric Planet

November 19, 2014December 3, 2014Vonita 7 Comments

A form of honesty
Never did any harm
I’ve always been taught,
So given the chance

To look back at all the things
I’ve said and done
A bit of eccentricity
Comes to the fore

I was tempted to write
About a close relative of mine
Who passed away so many years ago
Until I started myself thinking

About all the things
I’ve been heard to say
I’ve been asked by mouths of babes
“Why do I do things I do?”

When wrapped in my own little world –
Talking aloud to only me
(Or even setting the midnight alarm
To arise and pen a daily post

Proving a level of eccentricity
I’m sure anyone would agree
“You do what?”
Yeah it’s true, I set the alarm

Because the daily post needs to be responded to
And one entry needs to be from me)
I found out the other day
When I spoke quite triumphantly

About my book – what a surprise
This has turned out to be
Because when I was but a child
I was held back from starting school

A ‘special school’ was suggested quite highly
I ended up attending a mainstream one
But at least I now have an answer
When it is at oftentimes asked –

For when I do the strangest things
That would send a husband under the desk
“What planet would you be from –
When you do the things you do”

My answer now can be
My planet is Vonita
And if this you do not believe
Visit my online blog and home

Passion through Poetry
movingtowardsthelight – VIVA
I am the author
Every word is mine

And not only that
My book is written
It has been written by me!
(Thanking Oscar and Tim for their contributions too!)

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/cousin-it/

Magical World

November 18, 2014December 3, 2014Vonita 11 Comments

Every morning as it arrives
I hear the distant, early sounds
Of birds and traffic, and many things
Gently welcoming me awake

Until I hear not far from me
The sound of not one voice, but two
Familiar voices they seem to be
Little girl, and I hear a boy’s one too

I wish I could wax lyrical
On how pleasing these voices are to me
But left alone, awake and free
These voices are not in harmony

Brother and sister in daily strife
For when one is ten, and one is eight
There are many things that must be shared
Not so easy as it may seem

So in my daily awakening, I get to hear
The secret dialogue between
My baby girl and first born prince
Conflicts, fighting, pleading, sharing

I lie awake and let them be
In the shadows overhear –
The magical world one would live in
When one is eight, and one is ten

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/overheard/

Twenty (and loving it)

November 18, 2014Vonita 7 Comments

I’m old enough to have Good Old Days
I’m young enough to remember them

Studying, learning, that golden time
Between school and earning myself a

Living

A student, but not a scholar
Romanticising, socialising

Studying, experimenting 🙂
Three years of my life

Loving

No responsibilities, but to
Learn that mathematics

Do those tutorials
Have myself some fun

Partying

Bryan Adams in South Africa
You rock!

X-Files, Friday night Friends
First love, First fight

Working

Weekends to earn myself some money
To help me get by, those days flew away

So fast, and now when I look back
They are those Good Old Days

Reminiscing

And what do I see here?
From yesterday’s magic key?

Bright stickers reminding me
How urgently someone would want my

Company

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/salad-days/

Geometric Welcome

November 18, 2014Vonita Leave a comment

Geometric shapes
Offering a welcome to
Those stepping inside

Memory Box

November 17, 2014December 3, 2014Vonita 8 Comments

There is a vanity box
Gift to me when I was maybe
Fourteen, by my Grandma dear
It has stayed with me

For all this time
Contains the memoirs
Of a younger self
Many memories contained

Within this box midnight blue
So precious, it is locked
To be opened only
By one magic key

A key so golden, key so fine
Unlocking the treasures within
My diaries, reams and reams of them
My first kiss, my teenage years

My hopes and dreams
Photographs, and baby charms
Birthday cards, and Love Letters too
Thank You Note from my Mother’s heart

Sharing how proud she was
To be a mother to me
All the memories of my life
My youth, my heart

Are contained here within
Preserved for future days
Mystical memories to be revealed
By one golden, magic key

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/golden-key/

Nature’s Purple

November 17, 2014November 17, 2014Vonita 9 Comments

Purple in nature –
Bursting through the pods that would
Birth the flower child

Two Poems – Because Waiting

November 16, 2014November 16, 2014Vonita 10 Comments

Poem Number One

If its coffee I’m waiting for
I would like it now please

Both my babies I had to wait
An inordinate amount of time for –

Being held to wait
For their father to arrive

And then another nine months for each
Well, I was young, or should I say

I was younger than I would be today
And so my patience is no longer

As it was in the fountain of my youth
And because it will be

Another whole day before
Midnight Post re-appears

The waiting is too long
And so *just for fun*

I have written not one
But Two Midnight Posts

And I cannot decide
Which is the preferred

Because I am due a coffee
And so my brain is refusing

To answer the question for me
So without further ado

I hereby present
Poem Number Two

Poem Number Two

Waiting, waiting, anticipating
My life is passing me by as I would type
Days turn to nights
Night turn to days

And still I wait
My patience endures
Longer than my flesh
Ageing, growing, evolving

In younger times
Time was as plentiful as water
A lifetime ahead
One lifetime of time

Well, times have changed
And that never-ending
Fountain of youth and years
Minutes and seconds seem so easily to

Slip through my fingers

As quickly as I can type
Making me hesitant to agree,
Very enthusiastically, to wait any
More longer than I should

Nowadays if there is something
I could possibly hope for –
Will have to go after it myself
And hope I catch it before I die

Which one would you prefer
It begs the question
Poem Number One
Or are you rather loving
Poem Number Two?
Would this possibly make
Poem Number Three
Perhaps?

Coffee Time!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/waiting-room/