I started writing this poem while sitting in the dark listening to some Ray Charles at the end of a movie. In two minds on whether or not to finish it. Next thing my son scoots in beside me and starts reading it. “Nice mom, I like, I like” – and well, like they say, the rest is history as we continued to write it together. One of those rare parenting moments, the kind that you hold on to and never let go!
The depths of my perception
Like red hot coal
Scorching through my skin
Layer after layer
Simplistic
Unrealistic
Thoughts filled with relevance
Verlore staan sy tussen die kore
Vergaan in die middelbaan
A hijacked mind kan jy verstaan
A popped vein
Blood spilled on the middle lane
A road tarred by the brain’s remains
Langs die kus gaan hy rus
Simplistic
Unrealistic
Read my hands and let me speak
A silent voice this is my choice
In the dark of the night
I search for the light
The glitch
A system switch
The breeze filtering through the trees
Immunity from this impunity
The car, the motorcycle
Head to head
Boom crash
It’s over in a flash!
I love this. Great collab. You and Ausome Kai make a mean team.
“Read my hands and let me speak…” such powerful words.
I know those parenting moments all too well. There is a special kind of magic that happens when you share a passion.
Thanks – sometimes he really surprises me. Like the one minute he is writing a poem with me and the next thing he is gone doing his own thing again. Like a quick hello and bye lol.
Hectic. I’d like to know which parts your son put in. He’s smart.
We worked together on the last 12 lines with the final 4 being all him and the title 🙂
“Read my hands and let me speak”…woah!