Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Siyanda Mlamleli

 Siyanda Mlamleli

Here we are.....
Words sunken deep in the ocean of our tears...

What do I say?
Where do I begin?
I've learnt not to ask why.
I hope you'll understand 'mntase'
I know, I don't know, I live..
Its not the tears in my eye that can wash away my pain
Its your voice, your laugh, a moment of love shared
Thoughts of you linger as I count your last weeks in one hand
The prayers, the pleas, the petitions to God.

       We do not understand His ways
        But I am to see you there..
       At a place where questions need not be asked
       A place where I'll hold your hand once more.
       To sit in your presence and know what love is,
       To have you sit in my corner when the winds blow my sails
       Reminding me of the strengh that lies within me.

       I'd like to write you a song
      My heart won't sing the words I long to share
      To unburden myself of this load I carry
      My spirit wills not to heal the wounds
      The welts left by your love long for a balm
      The salve of looking at you one more time
      A glint from your perfect teeth
      An embrace from my brother
      A nod from a best friend

     Some say its better this way, they don't know..
     The ray of light that shone from your presence
     Courage that moulded us from your tender hands
     The peace that was echoed by your hearty laugh
     Strength that flowed from your lips 
     From a fountain of wisdom from heaven above..

     The house is dark without you..
     The kids are making you 'I love you' notes,
     "We'll give them to 'bhuti' when we meet again  in heaven."
     The tears we cry can never suffice..
     The words we speak may blown away by the wind...
     You love remains engraved in our hearts.

                                                                    I don't know what to say..

                   I only wish I could show you..

                   If you could look into my eyes you would know..
                   They say it gets easier with time..
                   I'm looking at your smile, Oh I don't know..
                   To never see that smile agin, I don't know..
                   They say you're looking down on us,
                   We know you lie in your grave..
                   I know you can't hear me..
                   I know you can't read this..
                   But maybe God will make an exception this time..
                   Maybe He will read it to you Himself..
                   They shouldn't die young, should they?
                   "God, please tell him that we love him."
                    Rest In Peace Ntlane.

I never knew what losing a brother or a best friend felt like.
I never pathomed such pains
I never knew the soul to weep
But for your soul, my soul weeps

 Love: A sister and a best friend


Tuesday, 25 June 2013

....we dance.

Under the same sky 
We dance to the beat of love 
Dancing till our ankles are broken 

Dancing till the skies tear 
Dancing ourselves to the ground 
You on the West 
Me on the East 

Dancing till our worlds meet 
Dancing till the sun meets the moon 
For our love we dance 
Till our hearts beat chest to chest 
We dance 
Till we are one, 
We dance 
We dance 
We dance 

Candice Morrow

Sunday, 26 May 2013

Fragments of us.

Photo credits: Leovi

Its okay
     Shatter my heart
          Ridicule my blood, sweat, my tears
              Rob me of my hopes and dreams
                  Spit on my years of endless toil.
                     Mock my incessant pleas to The Most High.
Worldly Works of Wordless Wisdom
      Fruitless Faith in Form-Fitting Futility,
          Swim swiftly in the red rivers of our blood
              Dance, drunken on our sweat and tears.
                   Build your house with the fruits of our labour,
                       Raise your majestic roof with our hopes and dreams


Remember my incessant pleas to The Most High

Love: Candy Morrow

Tonight Brian is hosting with a bit of abstraction, gets me everytime.  Thanks to dVerse Poets for introducing me to Leovi, the works speak for themselves.
This beautiful fragmented glass reminds me of shattered dreams and hopes, no of our own doing but of the world’s doing.  This prompt is an awakening for me, an encouragement and a reminder.  Thanks again Leovi.

Saturday, 25 May 2013

Magnetic Asian Stranger.

If I had my way.... 
I'd make a friend of him. 

I'd like to do nothing more 
than to sit side by side with him 
watching life go by. 

I want to watch his movements, 
learn of the reason behind each smile 
to listen to him speak, 
slumber on an out-pour of his deepest, 
darkest secrets. 

I want to ask him about every work 
of art etched deep into his skin, 
stories permanently engraved 
on his beautiful body 
for the duration of his life. 

A light about him draws me 
to this seemingly dark man, 
maybe this is good old enigma... 
Even so, let it be. 

His eyes let escape secrets to 
fertile fields of knowledge-
I want to know this Asian Stranger. 

we are governed by rules him and I. 

We can neither be together nor apart. 
Truth is, we can never be friends. 
All we can ever be is strangers.. 

...just one last look into his curious eyes. 
One smile from his nervous lips. 
And this is what we are. 
All we will ever be him and I. 
He will forever be, 
My Magnetic Asian Stranger 

Candy Morrow

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

A wondrous life

I dance under a beautiful sky
While a lover’s arms hold love fast,
A young mother tearfully lulls a baby’s cry
And a lifeless body reduced to dust.

When the stars fall on your beautiful face
In faith a stained -life is seeking hope,
A gracious heart extends an embrace
As slippery feet conquer  the slope.

Brother, hold on to my hand as we champion this strife.
Sister, come share with me this wondrous life.

Love: Candy Morrow

Sunday, 14 April 2013

A taxi home

Image source: Google

South Africa is a colourful country, and so our experiences awash in a mass of beautiful colour and wonderful memories, some relatively fantastic. Taxis are an important part of our communities and it is in these taxis that we come to know each other.

I'd like to invite you to read on... A short story detailing an experience I had in a taxi on my home. 

Candice Morrow

Thursday, 11 April 2013

A lawless love

    A lawless love

When love is self-detrimental
Who is to blame?
The need to love another mutes all sensibility,
It heightens sensitivity.
I’m a lover of beings
And lover of love,
My greatest strength is my greatest weakness,
Vanity the sinking sand poses as concrete.
I’m of an invidious nature I suppose-

So hard it is to hold one’s own hand,
Perhaps there’s reason to this madness.
I’ve seen love soar to the greatest heights,
Felt its whirlpool strangle me at its worst
And so I know, this is not love.
Looking for a reason with no voice,
To watch it bow in submission 
But I know the truth, it is simple.
This bears no colour of love,
It wears no mask,
This is no charade
I am to blame.

Lawless lover:
Candy Morrow

Sunday, 31 March 2013

A part of me..

I have a love for William Shakespeare that I cannot quite express.. I do wish to have met him in his time and not in my time, his time was the perfect time for him. 

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 5
 Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere.
Then, were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but there snow; their substance still lives sweet

Sonnet 6 * a continuation of 5*

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one.
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

by: William Shakespeare

Saturday, 23 March 2013

Tea with Voltaire

A penning of my thoughts inspired by dVersePoets , we're having A cup of tea with Miss Marple over at the bar with Claudia. 


Should I stutter by way of confession?
Even now his smile seems to me like a grimace;
Never had he the courage to feign a concession
His regal spirit his worthy solace.
Violent underlings guised as leaders
Perched on high seats of counsel
Discussing, consorting, plotting-

Building a barrage against a friend to the nation;
The friend’s beautiful mind his only bastion.
High walls they built to keep him from the people;
Walls that caged their own defeatist minds 
Blinded by wrath they spoke against you friend, 
Words that crossed rivers, watered spiritual fields;
Opened a narrow eye leading to a life saved.

Yes confess I shall, in time
How oft’ I sat thinking, reasoning, questioning your motives
Digging through the depths of my bigot mind-
I cannot conclude, you are too wide for my little modern form,
Your invariable mind overpowers my weak thoughts.

I’d like to discuss matters of faith with you,
Shed a light on your path.
Opinions being the abstract and life experience the focal
Speak about God in my life, tell you of the roads we’ve travelled together
Nights I lay awake, conversing with Him 
Only to wake to a miracle on my doorstep.
I could tell you about the comfort I sought when a friend I lost,
When He was my Friend and Guide;
He revealed himself through words and works,
Lying on a death bed I called out to Him and again, He heard my cry
My imperfect life needs no mouthpiece
But perfect peace I find in Him.

Your journey was no different  from that of Jesus’ disciples-
In and out of prisons they buoyantly strode,
Stripes on their backs bore witness to a life.
They wouldn’t renege on their chosen path
Never would they forsake the ascended Gallelian;
The law scorned, bribed and murdered,
Barking orders from their seats of glory.
Jesus was magnified even so.

“Mr Voltaire, I only have one thing to ask of you,
Tell me of your journey with the Gallilean.”

:Candy Morrow


Sunday, 17 March 2013

Their Yesturdays

Image source: Google Images


Hair? Indian
Nose? English
Shoes? Italian
Nails? French
Accent? American
Skin? Undefined
Blood? African


Hair? Mocked by the oppressor’s pencil.
Nose? Ridiculed and shunned by he who knew no better, for it’s strength.
Shoes? The bare soles which tarried and ploughed the enemy’s field.
Nails? Scrubbed, sewed, built the oppressor’s home while their own homes lay in shambles.
Accent? Their voices were silenced with bullets while the oppressor vowed to silence them yet.
Skin? Charred by the harsh rays of the African, sun toiling for the enemy’s enrichment.
Blood? African

Yet still they trudged on-
Fought for their voices to be heard.
Streams of blood, soil and tears flowed the streets of our land
Their voices rose higher, swelled with oceans of pain
They could not be silenced yet.

They fought so the pencil would be a friend and not the enemy’s vice
That their nose would distinguish Africa from the world
They marched the streets barefoot that their children may walk as Kings and Queens on their land
They endured handcuffs and beatings so their children should be saved
They sang, shouted and cried for Freedom
Assaults, bullets and prisons where their homelife
Their blood was shed for Africa,
a continent of Kings and Queens stripped of their grandeur
bestowed on the Oppressor

We wear the enemy’s mind
Walk with our borrowed nose in the sky
Walk over their blood in the enemy’s feet
Work their fields with pride
Speak in their tongues against their fathers
Hiding behind a mask, ashamed of our skin
Your blood will forever be, African.

Candy Morrow

Sunday, 3 March 2013

Perennial Sunshine

Our love is a true reflection of who we are
How we give and receive a mere projection-
Of the folds that lie deep within,
Folds that can never be understood
Or taken in

Thus my love lives as eternal sunshine in you
It cannot be moved, stolen or modified
It glows in its perennial splendour
Even as the seasons change

Though you may move in another orbit
Charter many seas in the stark night
My love will shine its true light in the morning
From deep within the boughs of its foundation
It will flow in its eternal strength
Filling the vessels agape with pain
Healing, leading, shining a light on your life

...and so I say-

love: Candy Morrow

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Lay my soul to rest

Lay my soul to rest....

A Dandelion blowing seeds in the wind. Stock Photo - 9872333

Lying carelessly in a vaccumn 
The shattered pieces remind me of you 
Life drawing them nimbly together 
I refuse love's healing balm 
I need no remedy for this heart 
Lest it be swept clean of you 

When I lay down to rest 
Your smile lingers before me 
Darting wildly across the room 
My eyes dance in warm pools 
If only I could hold your gaze 
Then maybe, you'd come back to me 

I need to hold your hand 
Listen to pearls of wisdom 
Hammered on an anvil of life 
Spread carefully amongst your own 
To bless, arm and to protect 
Bearing answers to questions to come 

Your love needs no introduction 
Its flows through my veins 
Cleanses my heart 
Rests on my soul 
Its mirrored through my eyes 
A testimony with each glance 

Lay my soul to rest 
Rid me of the bedlam I nurture 
Soak me in brine 
Abate the blight of heartache 
Stemming from my abstruse feelings 
The abbess of an austere mind 

I lay your soul to rest 
With my heart wide open 
I lay you to rest 
Drift away and let me live 
Lay my soul to rest 
And Rest In Peace 

Candy Morrow 

* A prose dedicated to the lingering souls of the loved one's we have lost and refuse to let go of* 
Image source: Google