Through sheer layers of mist the fading sound from a distant train, down the street houses look like ghosts with their dark hollow eyes, reflecting no more than the coldness outside, footsteps bounce back from silence in this vacuum coloured by grays, where the living are not to be found, yet one soul still wanders …
Het sluitstuk op de agenda sluit niet meer, het is stuk, geveld door een hamerslag ligt het daar, gebroken, nu de meeting is gesloten. ----------------------------------------------------- The final piece on the agenda, is no longer final, it’s in pieces felled by the hammer blow, there it lies , broken, when the meeting was adjourned.
When I refused to sacrifice my soul on the sacred alter in the temple of your love, you shunned me from your heart, there is no room for such heathen. an old poem, revised.
Listen how softly the old river sings, so softly the songs of yesterdays; the longing in my soul grows stronger, to return to when the river was my home.
Somehow this photo I made triggered these thoughts. Shadow Girl Overshadowed by his demanding ways, she quietly lives her days, almost unnoticed she passes through life, too afraid to step out into a brighter light. please click on photo for larger image.
Verloren in landschappen van verlangen, laat ik vlinders sterven in de vale dageraad, om mij te omhullen met fragmenten van onmogelijkheden. --------------------------- Lost in landscapes of desire, I let butterflies die in the pale dawn, to wrap myself with fragments of impossibilities.
Knows the wind regret when all the leaves are fallen and trees stand barren shall those summer memories colour this vast emptiness.
Mijn handen zeven het zand zoekend naar verborgen fragmenten van lang vervlogen dagen ah! hoe betoverend het was dat lied van murmelende golven. translation: At River's Bank
Stanza, verse, rhyme, punctuation, the flow, that's enough for today, I hang my pen, high up in the weeping willow, escape reluctant poems, no word from me, not here I'm dancing barefoot, free, under that same willow tree.
Saturated by the rising sun waves break as liquefied copper, under my feet the pier runs deep to drown in the infinite offing. At the gold tipped horizon a ship sails into the gentle embrace between sea and sky, leaving me here, stranded. photo : Courtesy of and copyright by PhotoBotos