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Poetry: THE ARTS by Frank Meintjies

THE ARTS

a lightning rod for love
a weather vane
of pain
a cairn for the dying, headstone for the dead
a walking stick
for the stony winding road
that circles us

a stick to taunt the beast
a question
going up in flames
a mat on which
my widowed soul
mourns the shattered trust

in my palm
the broken compass
to keep me seeking
to keep me forest-wandering
until i hear the talking tree
feel the soothing cactus

(F.M.. from Botsotso 18 – poetry anthology)