This is just a short note to say that I’ll be posting some of my poetry and some other gems I stumble across from time to time and my aim is to bring to you some understanding of the joy and journeys that I’ve seen in my life penned for your soul’s enjoyment.

If you get a pang of guilt, a knot in your stomach, a tear in your eye…or any combination of emotion welling up inside you when you read my words, then I’ve succeeded in touching the understanding deep within you.

Yours Only

A fissure in my heart was yours; is still your address.
I know you can’t knock to make your thirst less.

Drink of me when you drop by.
I’ll never ask you why.

Our souls are similar; warped by time, but familiar.

I pine when you speak of pain;
you cringe if I impart the same.

Quench your thirst down to foundation’s last drops
where the first crack is yours and never stops.

Author:-Trudi Joubert

In memory of my late brother André Joubert 1962-1983
Killed tragically in a motorcycle accident in the grip of a
little-known phenomenon called “The Moth Effect”