Overnight

I walked, a stranger in the early day,
The moon so full no lamp light needed,
A bird was singing as I stepped outside. 

The road bricks shone and mirrored where I found my way,
Above me all seemed velvet, beaded,
The Sun rose as to end a fine indigo night. 

As I returned, the light had changed to red,
The Moon was gone and others rose now,
Faint, haunting lamp lights flickered in a stranger place. 

It was too late to go back to my bed,
Too soon to do the things I know how,
And in the mirror there was someone else’s face.
 

My first Dutch anthology

In only 12 days my new poetry book, in Dutch this time, called “Op weg naar het niets” will be released. For this to happen the publisher Boeskscout needs emailadresses to send a one time only promomail. I need 14 more adresses at this point, to be send to my email I.Schroders@gmail.com There has to be this sentence in the mail:

” Ik geef toestemming voor gebruik van mijn mailadres voor het toezenden van een eenmalige promotiemailing. ”

(I give permission for the use of my emailadress for sending a one-time only promotionmail)

Of course this does not mean you will have to buy the book 🙂 it is only for the promo.

I would be so much obliged! xxx

Find

For cherishing and admiration: as you choose –
Find the right shell on the beach, no,
Find two! And each of them must be salt. For taste.

Keep them close to your heart
Or in your hands in your pockets, one each,
In a jar, in a box, for months to come.

Look at them during storms, caress them,
Smell them, taste them.
You will be in that breeze on the beach each time

To cherish and to admire, meanwhile knowing that
What you decided then and there was your decision
And only you can keep the shells, or crash them.