Written during my highschool years / Geskryf gedurende my hoërskool jare: 2003-2007
PS: The automatic ‘translated’ version of this poem is majorly messed up – LOL!
Basically it speaks to the idea that our unsustainable ways of living (materialism, consumerism and the ever expanding cities) is destroying the forest in which the sprites and fairies dance. Consequently, our children will have nothing to admire, because all the beauty of the world has been lost. Their only birthright would be a barren wasteland, if we do not realise that we have to cease our needless selfish ways.
No piece of writing is worthy of destruction – yes, it may be cringe worthy, but half-formed ideas hide between the bad grammar and spelling mistakes. These precious little insights will be nourished when the water of the muses flow. Crumbs of inspiration quickly transform into beautifully composed pieces. Never throw away any article of writing you felt compelled to manifest. Place the offensive piece of ink on paper in a dark drawer if you must. Let it grow there, like a fungus. Soon there will come a time when these little writer’s blights will provide the antidote to writer’s block.
A fitting lighthearted post to start the new year. A drabble is a 100-word writing piece, which explains a concept fully. So, for my own amusement I decided to take up the challenge, maybe even dabble in a bit of drabble more regularly on this blog. Drabbling is quite appealing to me, because I think that we take ourselves far too seriously at times, trying to communicate ideas over tediously long-winded articles. Perhaps we should remain focused on the matter at hand, only relying on the concept itself in order to fully preserve the essence of our message, and cause.