Posts tagged ‘poetry’


Speeding, falling, almost landing in the abyss
My thoughts of you keep dancing, fluttering:
Four yellow butterflies, tumbling,
Twirling, jumping, drifting,
Mischievously flirting
With flowers in the shade,
Making a double somersault,
Reuniting me
With life.


The calendar seems to never end for those in despair.
December is the lights of Lampedusa.
Where will we be by then?
Seas have horizons to start eternity again,
But hope is lost when months no longer care to have a name.

The water turns a darker shade than yesterday
And it is April now. A promise should be in the air.
A silence speaks of tragedies underneath the surface.

Strange fish will be caught at the end of the year
by the fishermen of Lampedusa.

What we remember

Rounder than a full moon but just as pale
Is this perfect memory of feelings
Nailed on the wall of time, framed in golden,
Watercolours fading in each other
The almost white pink of our tenderness,
The blueish green of mornings without you,
An image of all we thought was forgotten.
But the nail is squeaking in the evening breeze
And one day the wall will let go of everything.

Loud thoughts

Unattached balloons and birds are cruising the blue sky.
No one seems aware of them and out of sight they fly,
These thoughts, too noisy in my head where I can’t lie,

Screaming pain in orange lines that no one hears, gone by
Far beyond where unattached balloons escape to, high,
Exploding in the universe. Why, I wonder. Why?

There: a silence in our love, or so we often said,
Only fading whispers, and some sighs would leave our bed,
That was so obvious from the day we wed.

Then you took me to a place where children played, they set
Off bright and light balloons. ‘t Was there where we made a bet:
the orange ones would be the fastest; it were the red.

These thoughts, too noisy in my head where I can’t lie,
Exploding in the universe. Why, I wonder why
That was so obvious from the day we wed.

Where my imagination ends

The sea and sky were one this morning when
I tried to find my ground as I walked by,
The water, flat, no waves, no movement.

Unnoticed I went past the sleeping gulls,
The sea was silvery and gold as well,
With birds awaiting the new day to live.

I felt somebody watching me somewhere,
Some geese woke up, came flying over me.
The sky and sea were split. The line now showed

Where my imagination ended. ’t Was
You whom I felt near. Alone I watched the clouds
Go by, perhaps like you, returning home.

Holiday in my mind

I made myself think I was traveling,
Not on my way to the doctor’s as such was the truth,
But traveling to where a welcome would wait.

The mood I was in, changed from worst to much better.
I imagined the trip in every detail.
I made myself think I was traveling.

The ferry I took went to much further places,
The country was foreign and strange
Though the people were nice and friendly to me.

Feeling cured when I entered the room
I made myself think I was leaving again,
So, far from the doctor I went.

Now I’m back from this holiday in my mind,
I’m well, I’ve been on a journey from worst to much better
In a place where a welcome was waiting for me.


Making memories fly

Our thoughts hanging over us,
invisible text balloons, colliding, flirting,
some of yours mating with mine,
and new thoughts are born.

They will once set off into life,
freed cage birds,
no longer intertwined in our speech, gone
with more and more blue skies in between.

You have a way with words, I say
and I think you know what I mean,
as your hands are a bird now,
flying silently, fluently, away.


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