This was written a while ago when I was feeling a bit down. Enjoy!
every day i give a tiny piece of my heart to you,
but you only trample it under your ignorant feet.
every day i show a bit of my soul to you,
and your eyes look but don’t see.
everyday i reveal myself in moments
that you cast
aside -
like pearls before the swine.
The Big Wheel
On Friday I went on the Big Wheel in the Waterfront in Cape Town. We’d been planning the spin in the giant ferris wheel for the past week. So when Friday morning poked its rain-drenched head into the Mother City, we were rather miffed.
We dressed up, and not wanting to waste a good outfit on an insignificant day, we headed off to Cape Town to ride it anyway.
Boy, was it wet. Luckily the wheel has enclosed carriages, but the rain obscured most of the view. A big grey navy ship was also docked in the harbour, but we couldn’t really see it that well.
The view form the top.
But all-in-all, it was rather fun (despite my mini panic-attack during the first revolution). Thanks Mom, Dad and Linda for a great afternoon!!
This is a poem that was a product of a writing workshop hosted by author for adults and children, Philip Gross. We were asked to take one postcard from a wide selection of postcards and to then write a short poem. I chose one of an old man sitting in a flat, playing a violin.
In hallowed halls his music played
