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April 2011

Spring Interlude NEW

Sat, 30/04/2011 - 13:15 — Nadrock

Vibrant trees gleam this balmy April morning,
Leaves a rich green, reflections clear in their hue.
Cloudy lemonade quenches a dry palate,
With its refreshing crispness,
The flavour infiltrating the taste buds.

Freshly-cut grass permeates its aroma
All around, kids in lively chatter
As they play football in the park.
Music blares from worn-out stereos,
Kicking off a vibrant carnival of fresh sounds.
Life, in all its joyous majesty, begins.

(c)2011, NZ

It's Not As Dark As You Think NEW

Sat, 30/04/2011 - 12:55 — Nadrock

You stare at your reflection,
Eyes saturated with broken sleep,
Blood vessels about to rupture
Through exhaustion.
It's not as dark as you think.

Loss is normal,
Your departed friend knows this.
He reaches out to console you,
Only you don't realise.
He pleads with you to witness
The true picture,
It's not as dark as you think.

Appetite non-existent,
In spite of raw hunger,
Stomach spinning with distress.
Hair tousled and and stiff,
Like a bale of hay
Only fit to be tossed aside,
It's not as dark as you think.

Morning journey fraught
With queues and indecision,

THE SACRIFICE - by Vijay Medtia

Sat, 16/04/2011 - 19:00 — Vijay

They gathered along the wall to look down at the land that ran by the side; a rough uneven ground, flat for the most part with little grass, browned by the sun. From the edge of it, the goat was pulled by a small rope towards the statue of the Goddess. The priest wearing a white dhoti and red silk top, stood with a steel plate that had the puja articles upon it. He watched the goat along with the men around him, as the smell of dry earth mingled with incense sticks. A cool breeze blew across the ground and after a few minutes the goat began to shake. The men smiled and shouted Jai Mataji.

A beginning to a novel perhaps.

Wed, 13/04/2011 - 13:47 — Melanie Duncan

This would be the last time, I thought as the raged coursed through me like a an exorcet missile. I have well and truly had enough. I am fed up of sacrificing my truth for your lies. I concealed the person you truly are in my pursuit of growth. Each time I apologised for your inability to be a man, I could feel my core curl up within itself.