Alice Kriel Poems

The beauty of slow decay
and the fragrance of dust-coated roses
Brittle leaves falling to the ground
leave the slumbering tree starkly bare
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Dusk is fastly falling
familiar sweet melancholy
covers and fills me
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Breathing fills me
I quiver
Waiting, aching
The fine strands of you
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Airskating of birds in flight
Nightly dawn of neon light
The undeserved gift of sight
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Rip off the masks
of manners and modesty.
Don’t wait to ask
when you already have the key.
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The bed is soft and warm
like your shape softly snoring
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Evening’s end is nigh,
seconds and sands of time
run through these hands of mine
and I lift my eyes to the sky:
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At home –
what I feel when I am with you.
You listen to my heart breaking,
you help me pick up the pieces:
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Floating on infinite blue
savouring solitude
reaching invisibly
until you/me touch we
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At times I wish for isolation;
to run from the empty human race
Their words reach me: a senseless rumble
Their acts teach me: stagger and stumble
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