Archive for December, 2014

At times

At times a silence walks into our room
To set itself between us on the couch
While silver light is shining where you sit;
I love it when the days go slower by
And nothing happens till it leaves again.

Because you made the silence stay some more,
What was before, like any war, it went
Away and all that we experience is peace.
The silence visiting our house, this guest
Is us, at our best. It’s me and you forever.

It’s smoking a cigar, and we don’t mind,
The fumes are of a lighter kind, they fill
The room until we talk again and gone’s
The guest, but us, we’re back on speaking terms.
Still, days go slower by in spite of us.

2014 is almost over. For me, it has been a year of happiness, the birth of my second granddaughter for instance, but also of sadness. A year that is life. May next year bring everyone happiness more so than sadness.

Happy New Year

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Christmas

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Merry Christmas

everyone

and

let love rule

during these special days

of being

together

Inventing

Every day I try to invent myself
In colour and mood, in the tone of my voice.
Blending with the walls that is our home,
Resonating with your life (which was easy
When we were the same person, or almost)
And now I feel I don’t fit here anymore
Where all is darkened, and a blanket of silenced voices
Is covering life, and my careless chatter
Inappropriate behaviour,
My red hair an insult, my being – a mockery to yours.
I am this way though.
I can change but not into a Goddess,
Not as to your image,
I can only try inventing myself
Into someone new.

Cover reveal Roads book 1

Winter goose cover reveal Roads book 1

It is a rather unsettling time at the moment, for both my husband and me. Maybe that is the reason I am so glad and grateful there is something to look forward to in the next year, which is the release of Roads, book 1 and book 2.

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Today the cover reveal took place. The cover is a painting done by my dear friend David Agnew from Leeds, and it is one of my favorites of his work.

The first volume of the 2 poetry books is about the Road to the Other, and the Road to Ourself.

Roads carry promise within their meaning. They are all about choice, persistence, and uncertainty. They are about life. While roads can be slippery, steep, narrow, and dark, they always hold the possibility of leading us not only towards experiencing others, but to an understanding of ourselves, as well.

On a dune

About here we stood, I agree with the storm,
Here, on a day when nothing
Of the tormentations had happened yet,
No clue was given to the train our lives would be,
Driven by the madman, racing past stations,
Ignoring signs and speeding.

Yes here it was. You and me, before we
Started life together. Young and almost flying.
The place is now owned by some hostile birds.
I stand here in the worst of weather
Trying to see meaning reading our letters,
The omen, the reasons in your words. And crying.

When time ends

The branches – heavy under cobalt sky –
Have carried ravens in the misty morn
But now the snow has chased them off. Forlorn
I stand where I have never seen them fly.

The ravens won’t be back till it is light,
They’ll haunt me in my sleep, in dreams they tear
My hopes up, every bird another fear,
Their feathers sizzling in my room all night.

There is a point where time began to be,
And under these old trees I understand
That all we know will fade away and end:
The tree, the ravens, cobalt skies and we.

Change

A firm, fast raising of the sea, the beach
Now changing, heavy waves come rolling by,
Above it black and torment in the sky:
I’m scared, as nothing looks the same to me.

A greater power comes to mingle with my life,
A whirling dance of yellow-orange leaves
Invites me to go far from my believes.
From now on there shall be no gravity.

A grain of sand contains all of the world
And billions of them wash away unseen.
I’m lifted going where I’ve never been,
In noise and turmoil all is lost on Earth.

We are at ease for just so many days.
Reality is catching up once more,
Revealing life won’t be so like before
When beaches waited for our children’s birth.

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