By Andre Swanepoel
They break upon us unrelenting As the dawn breaks like a rainbow Refracting our dewdrop-eyes That settle at once upon our love Like condescending dust confounded In beauty that fuels these monarchs that flit As thoughts between sun and shade Gathering potency
On an Unknown Road Just Before Dark
The sun runs off the page As if to hasten its turn But I know the rules: I close my eyes for five beats At six I listen for the direction of his footfalls At seven I breathe trying to catch his summersweet scent At eight I tap my foot impatiently At nine I doubt myself and all his faculties And ten: I stand Alone. On an unknown road. It’s already dark.
Andre Swanepoel seeks to convey his unique take on life and literature through his poetry, often inspired and built on the foundation of his experiences in the medical field where he works as a doctor in semi-rural South Africa. The belief that words can heal all wounds is one that is dear to his hear