"Poetgraphy" is my own combination of poetry & photography. A visual experience that translate the worlds of ink and paper. "Poetgraphy" will be available in the form of a hardcover book filled with original poetry and black & white photography.

 

I am the Husky

 

Just as the brain-barricade

Cannot prevent every thought from being thought,

So also, teeth and lips, the tongue-guards,

Cannot salute every word that passes through their gates

 

…I know your voice! The old familiar call ~ the unique whistle

that directs me to where you are…

                                                            

The tall trees over-shadow me

Deep down in the valley where I dwell

I can hear the faint echo of your worried call                                                                                        

In the back of my head,

I tell myself to turn around

…if only I can see what’s behind that rock

On the other side of the river...

A deceiving smell lures me closer;

Deeper into the darkness

Until I can’t hear anything that resembles the sound of his voice

I am alone

                                                        

I feel my conscience-coat crawling with tics

And at the same time, the dark stinky mud

Turns my once beautiful snow-white skin into the exact opposite

Not knowing where I am,

I almost forgot who I was

As I saw the dark-reflection staring back at me

From within the depths of the black waters

Appearing to be harmlessly shallow;

Yet the smell of death lies hidden

Curled up above its surface

 

Even though it’s me, it’s not me…

I now remember who I am

Groomed and beautifully clean –

Shiny eyes, I am my Masters’ dream!

My heart suddenly sad

For my home is a long way in the contrary direction

I know my Master is still calling

Even though I cannot hear a sound

                                                         

With renewed strength & vigour

I turn around to follow the joyful gesture of my feet

With branches low & thorns spread wide

I leave the darkness right behind my tail

I run and jump with speed and skill,

The dust reveals my trail

Soon the distance behind me

Became greater than the distance ahead

The forest ferns fly to the sides

As I leap through them into the open field

                                                           

 

…I know your voice! The old familiar call ~ the unique whistle

that directs me to where you are…

 

I can hear it clearly now

And even see His glittering light from afar.

My Master, still calling

And the sorrow in his voice

Makes my ears drop down low behind my head

Guilt gallops ahead of me

Knowing that I was wrong

And there he is

I can see his face

As I slip under the last barbed-wired fence to enter his yard

My tail tagging behind tightly between my legs

My steady stride slows down as I walk closer to my surrender

I hear my name…

The tone sounds surprisingly soft and gentle

With the outside light on

He opens the gate to let me in

I close my eyes and humbly fall down before him

For I know punishment is my prize

Yet his arms overwhelm me

He draws me close to his chest and squeezes me tightly

While whispering in my ear:

“I thought I lost you!”

Confused by his response

I lick his hands, face and feet

Anything to show my remorse

But his strong arms hug me more

Instead of rebuking me

Covered in my mud & dirt

He holds me still, saying: “I know…”

Before I could even say I’m sorry

I was already forgiven!

                                                           

I am the husky

And in the eyes of my Master,

His chosen breed

Created in His image to glorify and praise him

Beautiful to look at & superior to the rest

I too, have failed the test!

 

I am the husky

Born into a nature

That is inherently disobedient

Yet, born to please my master

With itchy feet and an exceptional love for running

I want to run within His will

And through the consistency of Christ Jesus – I can!

No matter what the others say about me

I am not just another dog

Running blindly behind their “so-called” masters

Only to wake up in a cramped little kennel

Awaiting the death-injection of rejection and abuse

An empty loveless life trapped in an endless maze!

No ways!!!

I am a husky!

My Master chose me before he created me

He died for me in order to save me

He was raised from the dead so I can live with Him – forever!

Therefore I will run with joy,

I want His glory to be revealed and His mercy to be seen

For only His blood can wash you clean!!

I am a husky and I'm running wildly into the arms of Him who is the Great I Am!

                                                                               

 

andré pretorius – feb 2009

 

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