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Malyan Pereira
Earth, an inheritance salvaged
'What ails you mother', she cried!
looking into her abyss eyes,
'you're withered, wasted and dried!’
and Earth sadly ruminated:
‘an inheritance
hung by a thread,
whittled by greed and
never-ending need’
teetering at her poles,
disheveled by drought
lashed by fury,
ridden by flood
depleted and spoilt.
‘if only they’d stop, and let her
gather the shreds of her dignity
and bequeath it to posterity’
A WORLD LUSH WITH LIFE
FRESH BREATH, FRESH EARTH
ILLUMINATED AND BRIGHT, AND…’
…AN INHERITANCE SALVAGED
It's a special day for me, because it's my father's birthday. He went away from me 28 years ago
when he was 50 (the same age I am today).
Malyan Pereira 19 feb 2008
My Thoughts
My secret thoughts are no longer secret
as I scratch them out on paper.
The ink blinks
The paper creeps and wrinkles
with the weight of thoughts
not divulged.
I shut this book
hoping the next person
who opens it is me.
The weight of another
secret thought
that may or may not be.
Secret thoughts, secret whispers
till the day is done
and night steals in and stealthily flips
page after page
to find nothing but blanks.
Yet the book lies heavy
with secrets unshed
waiting for inhibition to
walk away naked.
And then I slip my thoughts in
My secrets
which remain secret no more
The ink blinks
The paper creeps and wrinkles
And all it takes
is a gust of wind to expose it all
My secret thoughts are no longer secret anymore
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