Lost Soul

Souls sparkle with reflected iridescence.
Special souls do that… when they share each other’s light.

When you feel you can hang on, barely…
Know that I use the strongest yarn,
I’m wound tight,
and I’m busy winding tighter
to reel you into the comfort of my light.

We belong together -
the shadow and the Light.
How else to know our wide expanse?

When you get to where I am, your foothold strong,
know that I am where you are.
When near and far is relevant,
that is when we share our light.

We belong together -
the Shadow and the Light.

Author:-Trudi Joubert

Blessings

In dignity we trust and think life’s fair
but puzzle remains the link
of what we do and may think.

So we wonder about life constantly;
about its wonders, its strife
and the sharp edge of its knife.

Often we give up what dreams we may have
in surrender to pity
instead of being witty.

To marvel at life’s beauty and wonder
will make your journey less bland
and you will see life is grand.

Look at the little things that come your way
and don’t think of them as dumb.
You’ll be blessed and will succumb.

Author:-Trudi Joubert

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.” ~ William Wordsworth

Reality

What then is this reality they speak of
when it’s evident that reality is not what it seems?
How to describe the colour of life
with its kaleidoscope of beams.

Never a word can finalise what minds realise
when they’re grappling with a concept so vast.
How to describe the essence of life
with its smell of simplicities that last.

A moment is never repeated unlike mortals
that insist that they be heard.
How to describe the volume of life
with its cadence dampened by dirt.

Reality is the pollen
gathered by the bees.
So, to describe the simplicity of life
with its rule of “It is what It is”.

Author:-Trudi Joubert

“No one was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.” ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772 – 1834