Di Oliver

Pebble thrust
that shapes the earth
rhythms of so much
always breathing.

Open self
to the possibilities
of seeking, finding,
climbing, becoming.

Search in silence
images, experiences
shapes that compel.
One becomes.

Di Oliver

A poem in couplets

a bolt from the blue
a childhood feeling at first

I dip myself into experience
and, yes, there is a response

it could be an unstoppable tide
remember how it makes one feel

places I don’t want to go to
will they reveal hidden things?

it’s not of my own making,
will affect the safeness of my space

the reservations I feel
are questions wanting answers

think harder and deeper
let go to discover

Di Oliver

Wind

Entangling wind has my
dark, wild hair in a tight knot.
it’s a wild, bad hair day,
we’re off to a rocky start.
funny how the plans go
by the wayside on days like this,
buffeting the fynbos
and yet, the Cape’s late summer wind
clears the air and spreads seeds;
breathless experiences flow
the sky glows, the heat hangs
the spirit-filled world all around

Di Oliver