Elmarie Westerink

When icy fingers of doubt start their crusade of pain across my heart, and what was once a cold exploration becomes a fierce legion, accusing…frenetically searching, an incubus seeking vindication… When in doubt my love close your eyes, and let me transport you to the labyrinth of my mind where thoughts of you are lamps burning high… where the echo of your voice is my beacon in the dark, where you are my Southern Cross that leads me to the light. Sign in to see full entry.

When it comes to foreplay and lovemaking, we should perhaps turn to where evolutionists say we all originated from, the sea. Whether you want to believe or ridicule the notion that the Coelacanth was the missing link and that you evolved from a fish, is, I guess, quite immaterial here. However, that a foetus spends 9 months submerged in water is an indisputable fact. And floating in water gives you a sense of complete weightless freedom...so why not learn some lessons from the most incredible... Sign in to see full entry.

I have brand new orange curtains. The most beautiful orange-red satin-silk with tiny little beads that reflect the morning sun. At the moment my curtains are still drawn, and since it’s day outside, they’ve become alive in the light, the guardians of my space…protecting me from the day…giving me a bit more darkness…rest…peace. Looking at them fills me with immense pleasure. The warm glow seems to radiate through my body, warming me up deep inside. It is important to surround yourself with... Sign in to see full entry.

I don’t usually want to admit that people sometimes irritate me endlessly. Well, let’s face it, we simply don’t always like or get along with everyone around us. I’ve recently watched a few of Casper de Vries’s video clips on YOUTUBE and, of course, he doesn’t mince his words when it comes to expressing his views on some people. Expressing your feelings with more subtlety is to be recommended, especially when the object of your derision won’t actually understand the somewhat ambiguous or... Sign in to see full entry.

What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see… We live in a world where the arts seem to be regarded with less and less respect. Yet, what will a day be without music? Without colour and shape and texture of photographs and paintings and fabrics, sculptures in simplistic yet magnificent line and form…what will my days be like without the words of a book…without the lines of poetry that I read and reread before I go to sleep. I feel so lost without those... Sign in to see full entry.

(A second "silly poem" installment that follows on the "Music in our Speech" poem) I look at love through rose-coloured glasses and I just want to jump and shout and paint the town red. Writing about you, thinking about you, makes me red-hot. I feel the white heat building up inside me. So babe give me the green light... I'll be tickled pink with delight. Rest assured in my arms you can be free... No emotional blackmail no green-eyed monsters lurking behind closed doors... Our love is no... Sign in to see full entry.

Words Words are bullets that I shoot from my fingers... they destroy dictators in my life, they vanquish those Hitlers and Napoleons whose armies of hatred and sarcasm are at the borders of my mind. Words are butterflies that fly from my fingers... they color your world they spread the seeds of love and lightly twist and turn in the morning sun reflected in your eyes. Words are hailstones that dance their destructive dance from my fingers... cooling down the fire that sometimes burns so high... Sign in to see full entry.

(A silly little poem full of cliched expressions…but I’m just reflecting on the music in our words!) Face the music, be a man It’s time to change your tune! Don’t just jump on the bandwagon, rather, instead of standing in a queue, you should march to the beat of a different drummer. There is music in our speech beating its rhythmic flow to the beautifully struck words. Your words of love is music to my ears. So, jazz up my life with your off-beat ways. Call the tune. Life’s not really a soap... Sign in to see full entry.

By: elmarie With innocent wisdom children speak a hundred languages that cynical adults often fail to understand. So if you want to learn about the world, descend from your lofty towers, listen with your heart and let them teach you about streetlights that are suns in the evening sky; about statues that are the memories of grandparents; about the taste of blue ………the shape of love ………the touch of a pigeon’s wing ………the smell of fear… let them take your hand and lead you through the streets of... Sign in to see full entry.

I love words the power of twenty-six to astound ….transform ….magnify ….equate ….diminish ….quantify ….belittle killing without a drop of spilt blood… giving birth without pain ending without mournful funerals and shiny ebony-and-chrome coffins… but often words are pernicious or ignominous sometimes oblique with the power to exarcerbate our pain; insouciant and thoughtless; filled with false sophistry under the guise of altruism; but your words my darling, reverberate in my mind and lifts me out... Sign in to see full entry.

Soms...net soms wonder ek oor die stilte wat my ore so laat dreun. Soms...net soms dink ek aan oorvloed en aan te veel woorde wat mense stom kan maak. Kontradiksie Antitese Ironie? Soms...net soms vra ek oor 'n lee wit skerm en dorre droogheid wat harte laat oopbars... Ja, soms net soms wonder ek... Sign in to see full entry.

As much as we want to belittle and laugh at cliches, we have to admit that most of them do have some kind of truth buried deeply inside these overused expressions. Well, I have to agree with this well known statement: Life indeed begins at 40! My life has taken a turn for the better ever since I crossed that feared threshold that seems to send some men (and women) into what is labelled a “midlife crisis”. Perhaps it’s the realization that the scales are tipping in the wrong direction. That we... Sign in to see full entry.

How many times have I passed through customs in the last six years! It still amazes me to see this strange fruit salad of people who are thrown together here in this magical place… Everyone is going somewhere. Isn’t that amazing! How often does it happen that you are with thousands of people who are all on their way…some with stars in their eyes…new adventures waiting out there in the wide expanse of land that is only a few hours away. Others have sorrowful eyes…sad to be leaving loved ones... Sign in to see full entry.

Be sad. Cry when you have to say goodbye. A brave man exposes his soul… shows his pain. Don’t be a fool to act so cool! We have to learn to say goodbye… cause parting from the ones we love is our human condition. We have no earthly infinity or immortality… Time is measured at a steady pace while we are busy with our daily race. E.W. “The saddest thing of all would be not to feel sad when leaving someone we love. That would mean our shared experience was of no significance.” David... Sign in to see full entry.

Outside my window the world is grey Not the lovely promise of a Highveld thunderstorm Oh no It’s all just dust From a dead desert. I miss the rain running down my neck in cascading streams from a colorful umbrella. I miss thunder and lightning and a rainbow with the promise of the softest light. Oh living in the sand is sometimes just not right! Sign in to see full entry.

O what joy O what bliss To dance on your troubles! And as you turn and whirl And move your feet To the rhythm Of the music of the universe To the pulsating movement Of your blood You will become a whirlwind And troubled thoughts Will be blown away… away… far away… Sign in to see full entry.

(A tongue-in-cheek look at the differences between men and women. To all my male readers I want to say you are great. I love men. We have things that we can't do well as women, especially when it comes to using our spatial ability in parking and reversing etc...so I will follow with tips on how to manage this problem in women.) Most men hate shopping. I can close my eyes and picture my dad, my ex-husband, my brother, most of my male acquaintances, nervously pacing up and down outside the shop,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tonight my friend and I had an interesting conversation about length and why it actually is important. Well, we were referring to how tall a person is. I’ve read that taller men earn more money than short men. Is this true? Well, Paul Simon wrote a song titled “Short People”…If you look back at history though, and at many famous Hollywood actors, it is often the short person that succeeds. Just think of Danny de Vito. Tom Cruise. Napoleon Bonaparte. I married the wrong man because he was tall.... Sign in to see full entry.

The wind of change has come to me shared her secret and set me free! She refreshed my mind with her fluttering touch. Oh I am blessed…I have so much. At night I sleep without fear My friends, well-loved, are always near. I’ve travelled and have seen the world, can pray in freedom, love my man, sing my songs, write my poems… never have to dread the cold. The albums of my life are filled with colour Brim-packed with excitement from cover to cover. So here in this white cyberspace I shout out loud... Sign in to see full entry.

You are the flame that flickers in the darkness of my mind… Your eyes are my Southern Cross. I steer my life towards you. You are my campfire in the African bush. You give me warmth You are my light You protect me against the onslaughts of my own mind. You are the fire in my burning blood. Consuming me… Burning me… Setting me alight. Sign in to see full entry.