The Poetry Bar

At the water’s edge

at the waters edge, where ever-so
slight slips lead to complete immersion , and
tranquility was not a place or sound
or feeling, but a brief flickering, a fast passing of a moment.
illuminating Alice’s finger just for a brief instance, then
gone was that beautiful butterfly, and with it
the peace of mind that once could be found so close
to the water’s edge.

My names is Jason Venter and i am 28 year writer from a small village in South Africa called Napier. I work as a waiter here at a place called Pascal’s of Napier and this pays the bills, but I’ve always been writing and hoping to one day  not have to wipe tables and instead write poetry full time.


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