Posts tagged ‘poetry’

Poetry event Dichter bij Zee 2016

Saturday 28 May we had a wonderful time in Midsland, Terschelling, performing and reading poetry. And two wonderful musicians (not in the photo) accompanied the poems.

dichterbijzee 2016 28 mei

Lost

The chair, your pillow:
all is empty and time moves on
discriminating all beauty
but slower than life. Days have no end.
The whisper shell is silent
and the sea withdraws
to show death in the sand.

I am your widow, no
still your wife aware of you.
There is no possible denial.
Yet, where are you now?
Where is your soul and where am I?

We stand on both sides
of a fence
and you walk on
as I can not
and you can’t stay
and I can not.

And from the sea
some footprints go
into the past.
Away. Away
and further on.

 

Roads book 2 released

Roads book 2 Winter Goose Publishing

Today would have been Toussaint’s 68th birthday.   Every moment of the day I miss him but I want to try to live on. So I proudly announce the release of Roads book 2.

Please follow the link!

 

 

 

Power

What you can see in raw light is more than a wishful thought,
A mere bribery of the mind and a dream never sought.
The yellow bulb is no light by itself but it gives
The thought you can see, in what stays, in what lives.

Over sea the moon is a lamp but it’s only reflecting the Sun.
Hear the sound of the night and the song of the birds:
Memories shared, told with no words.

A fine day it was when the light has been kind,
Morning and evening, thoughts like flames of the mind,
Pictures were taken and now all is done,
Everyone’s sleeping. The shadows move on.
Raw light is fading as hours go by,
Emerging – the dreams, like birds – how they fly.

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

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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.

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