Archive for July, 2012

Early morning thought

To wake up without
a hangover
dry mouth
memory gaps
and him
was the best way
to start
life

πŸ˜‰

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Would we need more

If we could fly away
together, you and me,
and take our needed rest
on a sailing ship at sea,
and find a fish to eat,
would we need more,
would we stay there,
or fly back to the shore?

I took these pictures of the “Zeemeeuw” ( “Seagull”, a sailing vessel my son works on) , earlier this month in the harbour of Terschelling

Forgotten love

By now I’m sure you have forgotten me,
I on my part, try hard to do the same,
but in silent moments I say your name
and think about our lives, how it should be.

I felt well, while being closer to you,
this nearness showered me with joy and hope,
and gave me courage to go on and cope,
much more than just those silly phone calls do.

But now you have moved on, away from me.
Your phone is dead, the mailman has no mail,
and my autonomy will soon prevail,
back being one, alone, as I shall be.

We were just pedestrians on our way,
both not meant to stop, not meant to stay.

Remember

Friends, and your head was resting in my lap.
I wore a dress that Summer: blue, pink rose,
and there was sun, but best thing was that you
were resting in my lap and we were close.

Then we made a child to end the Summer.
My dress became too tight in March to wear.
Your head then found another place to rest
from where you kissed the baby, stroke my hair.

Friends, and we watched all our children play,
a new child living in my lap once more,
and at night I rested on your shoulder,
while little feet would come in through the door.

Loud fell the rain in Summer nights,
friends came by in shady evening hours,
children grew to leave the house one day
and I still wear a blue dress with pink flowers.

Basic weather poem

Rise and look
rainy day
put on coat
find warm socks
look for shoes
go outside

rain has stopped
oh how nice
it is hot
go inside

take off coat
take off socks
Summer shoes!
go outside

it pours now
go inside
just give up

go to bed.

πŸ˜‰

Dealing while dreaming

You look at me with questions so intense
of matters known, those not to be put lightly
in logic places. Do not try reason.
Feelings, ghosts without a mating season
of their own, let’s deal with them in nightly
hours, dreaming, while our minds never make sense.

Togetherness

I feel you and your thoughts float into mine.
a woven cloth are we together then,
you know exactly of my what and when,
our threads of thoughts may always intertwine.

I hold back nothing, when we are alone,
you open up, there are no guessing games,
we watch the birds without knowing their names,
to us the only meaning is their tone.

We try to keep togetherness and such,
when often you and I are far apart,
too far to feel the beating of your heart
too far to say you matter to me much.

We cherish every moment that we got
together, when we are, and when we’re not.

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