Thoughts, painting feelings, writing haiku
did you know that birds have magnetite in their beaks?
Jacarandas
Purple mist rises
Jacaranda dreams unfold
Dawn’s gentle embrace
Elephants
Dusk paints Kariba
Elephants trudge homeward bound
Ripples mark their path
spring
dreams in soapstone
One of my favorite poems is by Elizabeth Brewster:
Where I Come From
People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea-gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted in little squares
with a fountain in the centre; museum smell,
art also tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.
Mercy Chado 