My Wolfielief

Jou vriendskap ag ek hoog
Soos die lag van ‘n reënboog

Vir jou sou ek wou toor
Net wat jou hart sou bekoor

Mag die feetjies om jou draai
Met jou speel blikaspaai
Saam jou tiekiedraai
Om jou wense en drome, aan Salina te verraai

(c) Hanneliese Oktober 2017

Salina: The Dream & Wish Goddess

Deep, in the olive-groves in Greece, under a weeping willow tree, a single tulip blossomed. At the stroke of midnight, the tulip uncurled its petals, and in the heart of the tulip there was a tiny fairy, covered in a swirling mist of magic. The fairy slept for a hundred years. Each year, she grew, and became more beautiful.

One beautiful, spring morning, the fairy whose name was Salina, her clear crystal blue eyes flickered open. She sat up, and looked around her. Salina had long blonde tousled hair, her skin was smooth and perfect, her teeth white perfect and even. Salina wore a silk Greek goddess robe with a gold necklace. Salina was no longer a fairy, but a young beautiful goddess. Salina’s wings had dissapeared and her tulip was no where to be seen.

A pure white dove was watching her in a near by tree, it landed in a branch next to Salina.

“Dear, beautiful Salina. How wonderful it is to see you wake up. I must tell Zeus that you are here” The dove said. And with that it flew off to tell the almighty Zeus.

Salina started to sing to herself as she thought what Goddess she might become. All Salina knew was that she wanted to do good deeds for other people. Lots of woodland creatures, came to her to hear her beautiful singing. Some of the birds sang in tune with her, Salina smiled in pleasure. She suddenly realized what she wanted to become; she wanted to be a Dream & Wish Goddess. The dove came back.

“Zeus, would like to see you” he said.
“I would be most delighted to visit” replied Salina. Her voice warm and soft. Then without realizing she flexed her fingers, and a mist of faded violet magic came from her fingertips. Suddenly the magic was swirling around her. Salina felt like she was spinning around. Then the spinning stopped, and she was on Mt.Olympus standing in front of Zeus himself.

“Dear Salina. I see you have chosen your own wish, to become a Dream & Wish goddess. You want your bird to be a mockingjay. Your mist is a faded violet. Clouds belong to you and sunsets because they are associated with dreams, also you shall own Willow Trees.”

Salina nodded in disbelief. The rest of that day, she met the other Gods and Goddess’s. Her now very good friend was Anthea. They talked all the time. The next night, Salina was to start her duties. Soon, people where in her temple praying to her, for wishes and good dreams. Salina could not fulfill, all wishes but she did her best. And she made sure everyone had good dreams. Years past, and Salina met a man, named Taurus. She fell in love with him and he fell in love with her. The problem was, he was mortal. Soon, Salina gave birth to a baby girl, and Zeus was not very happy.

Salina, begged and pleaded, Anthea also helped Salina. Finally, Zeus gave in.
“Very, well. Your daughter shall live. But she must become a goddess, and as a punishment in 18 years you shall become a Willow Tree.”

Salina sobbed bitterly. But she thought of her daughter, at least she would live. Salina and Taurus named the baby Sienna. Salina loved and cherished every moment with her baby. Zeus pitied Salina, but now he had set that curse on Salina, he could not undo it. He felt very sorry her and guilty. Time was ticking fast. Salina gave birth to a baby boy, and called him Artois. Artois soon became 15 years old. Salina fretted so, because in 1 month time it would be Sienna’s 18th birthday. Salina told Sienna and Artois that she would not be there after Sienna’s birthday. Soon the happy family were sobbing in each others arms. Salina made, Taurus promise to take care of the children.
Time was up.

On the night of Sienna’s birthday, they all stood on top of Mt.Olympus. Then after one last hug, before the stroke of twelve, Salina was no longer standing in front of them, but a beautiful Willow Tree…

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Vir my jongste dogter

Soos die vloei van ‘n rivier ineengestrengel langs sy bekende pad,
is ook die bekendheid van twee siele se vloei…

Gee my die gevoel van jou vloei
Laat my toe,
Die gekabbel van jou wees

Beheersend jou walle
Koesterend, vloei jy my omheen
Jy ken my verderf
Só ook my bederf

Glad gepoets na jou vat
Bekend jou gevoel
Pasmaats,
Elkeen op sy ei

Jy weerspieël in diepte
Die kronkel van jou kurwe
My menswees vertak in jou
Versmelt, dans ons ons lewensdans

Jy ken my oorsprong
Ek vorm die kaia van jou wees
Ken die wysie van my asem
Jy is lewe vir my

(c) Hanneliese September 2017

Geïnspireer deur die lied “River” van Leon Bridges uit die reeks Big Little Lies

Warboel

tuimel
val
emosie
rol

tolbos verwaai
wie sou kon raai
of net windverwaai?

bedwelmd van emosies
ongeken
vertrap
of opgedam

die vlees leef
die wese stagneer
wat sou bepaal
die leeftyd van kan?

siel,
hol my vooruit
wag dáár, waar
die ompad sou wees…

(c) Hanneliese September 2017

Prentjie vanaf Google

Woordeboer

Ai woordeboer,
nou koester jy ook dáár
waaroor ons almal wonder…

Vlugtig het ek jou geken,
op die skoolbanke
in die rye op die stoep

Op Solovlug ontmoet ons weer
volg jou woordespoor
op Vinger vlugte
“Woestynsoen” ken mý boekrak

Jou tiksels-
‘n woordekiekie,
soms raaiselagtig
of duidelik seggend

Bevoorreg was dié,
wat jou woorde reguitbek kon ervaar
jou woordetiksels vir my,
verrassend openbarend
woordeskilderye, in die mooiste Afrikaans
doeksag en verwip, by jou geleen

Soos jy gedig het
-met min woorde, wat baie sê-
Het jy gegroet, en sóóó baie gesê…
-Skoolmaters-
Lewe jul leef
“Moenie wegdraai nie
Alles eindig met ‘n begin”

Woordeboer:
Ek is seker-
Jou woorde sal bly kleef
Soos ‘n Neet-hling
Jou Ngunies kniel vir jou
Vrolike Holie-hond se kop hang laag
En Ofcolaco-
“Stil, boere
daar gaan ‘n hippieboer verby
hy groet
en dis verlaas…”

(c) Hanneliese September 2017

Opgedra aan ‘n skoolmaat en mededigter Hendrik Neethling

Met apologie aan Jan F E Cilliers se gedig “Generaal de Wet”

“Moenie wegdraai nie
Alles eindig met ‘n begin” – uit Hendrik se digbundel “Woestynsoen”

Paps

Wie sal ooit die baan van die lewe verstaan?
Nes ons dink ons is in die regte baan
Word ons voete onder ons uitgeruk
En woer ons in die rondte
Ons gevoelens sonder rigting
Soekend…
Na waarom?

Antwoorde het ons nie
-Wyl aanvaarding berusting bring-
Dien mooi herinneringe
As salf vir ‘n seer gemoed

(c) Hanneliese September 2017

Opgedra aan my Pa, wat weereens die verlies van ‘n lewensmaat moet verwerk

Atman

Dis donker donker gedagtegang
Nader kruip fokkolerôtikos…

soms gee sy in
laat sy toe,
wellus oorrompel haar
en sluk haar in
maal en maal
af…
af…
af…

roer sy dan nêrens niks?
haar pot is vol…

sag óm die donker
haar wees vind ambrosia
soet, haar sielsverwagting-

“rank my toe
waar geen son my kan skroei
die gekwetter van mens
die bizarre, makabere van elke dag
geen impak op my wese

vlerk my oop in jou koninkryk
laat my opstyg, jubellend
en terugkeer vir meer

barbaarse honger
ongetemd en verwoed
polsendende drang
ritmies, dog fladderend

ek wil fees soos ‘n bees
die malse van groen na reën
ontluikend, weer en weer
salf my, tot versadigheid…”

(c) Hanneliese Augustus 2017

Met apologie aan DF Malherbe se

Middernag

Dis donker, donker middernag:
nader kruip die Zoeloemag,
kruip swart adders om die laer,
opgeblaas al deur die gras;
en geen windjie wek die slapers-
slaap is soet na arbeidslas:
droombeeld laat ’n kindjie lag,
moederarms omhels dit sag.
Rondom, geklem in Kafferhand,
smag duisend assegaaie, want
hulle het al nege lange dae
in somerhitte dors gely.
O, is die Dood ook so innig-bly
as op warm lyf hy lê sy hande?
Aan haar hart druk moeder sag
haar kindjie en slaap – dis middernag

Atman – die binneste wese van elke individuele siel

Foto kopiereg van Hanneliese Bredell

The Sport called Life…


AM i a poet,
or pitiable flunk it-

i am seeking the words
waiting…
to pin down the referee
in this match, called
life

there is no bursary for life-
live by your own rules
take responsibility
and handle the consequences

no use to pretend-
the scars will show
in the end you’ll know,
you are a fake

play the game-
with means to score
roar as a warrior
befriend yourself

play the game…

(c) Hanneliese Augustus 2017

ek en jy



droog en bar sien jul daaruit
wyl jul mý siel aanraak
jul skeute kaal van skoonheid,
sensuele anatomie
prikkel my wese, want wetend
steeds polsend…
maar ongesiens…


smeulend bly die kern,
rustend, willens en wetens
altoos euforie,
met ommekeer in sig


dood gewaan
maar innerlike bloei
wagtend om te spruit
eksplisiet, dog kuis
sekuur,
Lewe,
is steeds hier!

(c) Hanneliese Junie 2017

Foto’s alleen kopiereg Hanneliese Bredell

Ambiancé

Op my vlerke kniel jy
en fluister verbaal, minnetaal
wat net ons verstaan

my visie van jou
inplantaat resonansie
abstrak, dog heel
en wonderbaar

jy rinkink sonder tyding
onverwagse verblyding
dartel jy, in my gedagtetuin

my kelkiewyn,
voor sonop en verniet
kon ek jou maar verplaas
om my dors te vergiet…

(c) Hanneliese Mei 2017

Ookami

Mistigheid omvou my hart
Soos die gedagte aan jou,
Vou om my hart
My kokon van vrede

Drie jaar alreeds
Jou wees, rippel na rippel
Vredigheid my lekkerny
Geheel, in ‘n heel ander taal

Okuri-Ôkami,
Jy is daar,
Maar jy is hier…

(c) Hanneliese April 2017