The Writings of G. K. Bostic

South Africa’s Wild

A Poem by G. K. Bostic

_{(A Sonnet inspired by recent travels)}

In Africa’s Limpopo province lies

the Waterberg with its vast mountain range

where moon of white shines clear in daytime skies

revealing animals both grand and strange.

I watch the herds of wildebeests who roam

Savannas… kudu searching crags to feed…

as I forget the stress of news from home

and watch them guard against the cheetah’s speed

While other beasts must slaughter to survive,

man’s acts of murder, theft, and rape are due

to greed and hate.  So now I find that I’ve

a simple question I must pose to you.

Which are more savage… acts of African

wild beasts of prey, or is it unctuous man?

The Tree

Barren tree alone in the mist,

branches grasping for the sky

while roots explore the deep.

Leaves long gone,

laid bare, it waits…

listens to birds who come to rest

and sing upon her arms

while she sits silently.

As squirrels scamper about her limbs

and chipmunks linger below her height,

she stands in silence

waiting.

As clouds above yield dreary days below
While high above the sunlight fills the sky
So just beyond the stormy clouds we fly
To places never seen our spirits go.

The brilliance of your love thou doth bestow
It carries passion’s pleasures on a sigh
That speaks of secret answers owning why
The love that binds our hearts doth overflow.

Gone forever fear of hearts rejected,
For to lose such love would be a wretched curse,
So feel the heavenly rays from clouds reflected,
And drown me in your love, my heart immerse;
Two souls shall touch once more with warmth expected
And evoke the beauty of the universe.

Breath of Love

You come

               for me

and I see

             the longing

                               reaching

Now touching

              savoured with the breath

                                    of your love

Awakened by

                    digital delight

calming fears of

                          loneliness

climbing to

                  the peak of

                                     pleasure

altogether

                spent