Tag: orange

Winter Blossom

Winter Blossom

winter blossom
melting my heart
as the chill sets in
around melancholic faces
my face lights up
like a beacon of fire

winter blossom
thawing my heart
I want to touch
petals of finest beauty
my eyes are alive
full of pure desire

winter blossom
flint to my heart
fan the ember
and give me life
but winter lingers
ever longer, cooling fire

oh the irony:
winter blossom
only thrives in snow
the romantic fool
will freeze to death
as he proclaims his
feelings atop
snowy mountain

Francois Hermanus Steyn – May 2013

Orange Flower

Fire

Behold the Strelitzia Reginae, Crane Flower or Bird of Paradise! I framed the spikes of the flower against the backdrop of our pool and the result was very pleasing! Clear blue and bright orange seems so merry. Summer is upon us in full force (South Africa) – much to the delight of students and other people all over our country: we flock to pools and grab our Frisbees, run around and eat our ice-creams. We continue to study and stress and work our bodies and fingers to the bone, but at least we have a delightful backdrop that can easily unwind our minds and loosen our knotted muscles. Things are so much better, and more tolerable, in spring and summer without the cold and dark winter gripping and plaguing our minds. It’s no wonder that people in less sunny places tend to kick the bucket prematurely; their exit merely reinforcing the echoes of this dark and cutthroat world.

So behold the flowers, and live for the flowers. After winter a new spring will always follow (except if we completely screw over the world), with new opportunities, new life and an abundance of joy.

I just can’t wait for the year to come to an end; to reap the rewards of a hard-fought academic year, to just kick up my feet and relax for hours on end. Worries will fade and we’ll live as humans are supposed to live – free.

 

 

Fire

 

Wear your heart like a crown of fire

   In the cold of night, when candles die.

Share your warmth with Life’s pyre

   Give not in, to lethargic sheep’s desire.

You should not mould to foreign tongue

   But be the shape your soul does want.

Be sweet accords from angels’ lung

   And evade devil’s husky hounds’ hunt.

For too long we shackled the flint

   As we sought lost matches; soaked:

We broke down door of forsaken mint,

   Behold! A room in darkness cloaked.

Soft spoken truth is fuel enough

   To illuminate your crown of light,

With plate of peace and sword of love

   To brace us in our darkest fight.

November 2011 – Francois Hermanus Steyn

Thabazimbi Sunset

I was on a friend’s farm near Thabazimbi in the Limpopo province, when I took this picture of the sun nestling in the fork of the branches of this majestic tree. The sky was painted with beautiful crystal blues and warm oranges and reds. The scene was powerfully calm and serene.

 

I wrote this poem in 2010. It is a sombre poem and has a figurative meaning that can apply to many things such as relationships, personal goals, morals etcetera.

The important thing is to compose yourself, and to find the resolution and determination to shake that cold from your shoulders.

 

Sunset

 

It’s hard to shake this cold

From weary, broken shoulders

The crystals of frost bite

Deeply without relent

Leaving their bloody mark

This ship is moving into the dark

 

The sky is painted by the sun

As it nears the golden rim

Of the earth’s cold crust

The air is arid, filled with dust

The relief will come with black

Stars settling into the cracks

 

It’s hard to shake this weariness

From cold, broken shoulders

Don’t go into the setting sun

Alas, beseeching falls from the cliff

This ship is lost without its compass

Lost without its beacon : stars

 

The dead of night is calm –

Owls fill the deadly sky

Sure to feast on this heart’s

Aimless wandering rats

They’re stricken with panic

Dealing with this fear, titanic

 

It’s hard to shake this cold

From weary, broken shoulders

Barring logic’s flow with boulders

Embers of the heart, smoulders

It’s hard to shake this cold

It’s hard to shake this cold

 

Written 2010 – Francois Hermanus Steyn