Zywa

Zywa You are different

Falcons do not grab footwear
for their nest, not the slipper
that the Pharaoh gets served on his lap

     He looks up and everyone
     looks with him
     at the falcon in the sky

It must be a sign
an assignment from heaven
and the search begins

     The welfare of the entire nation
     is at stake, the question
     is: to find or to fall

The court moves from cottage to cottage
to see the women and the girls
all over the wide delta

     The heavenly slipper fits at the foot
     of the foreign Pale Face
     the slave who is different

She had put it to dry
after washing clothes in the river
and shows the other one

Poem 2390
Amsterdam, 2019-08-14
Rhodopis (Pale Face) in Egypt - -1550
Story that is laid in the time of Pharaoh Ahmose I, who expelled the Hyksos from the Nile Delta and then became Pharaoh in Thebes (from 1550 BC). From 1540 he controlled all of Egypt.
Rhodopis ("Pink Face" / "Pale Face") will undoubtedly have been bullied with worse abusive words than her nickname, but Strabo (Amaseia 64 BC - AD 24) has omitted them when he recorded the story under the title Rhodopis
Collection: Migration
Keywords: Sign, Chance
Dedicated to: T D

Zywa Hurling waves

My darling is a mermaid
drifting ashore with the tide
from the hurling waves
in which she braces herself

I let her lie down quietly
until she extends her arms
and forces her hands
to work precisely

as long as the light burns, setting
out signs, water hours, moon phases
and weather forecasts
a map

of her love
I count the series
draw links with a ruler
determine her position

on the ticking coordinates
of the greedy time
Mistakes are not allowed
in the danger zone

Poem 1284
Amsterdam, 2017-04-21
Collection: On living on [1]
Keyword: Relationship
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk, T D

Zywa Yes I do

Ignorant, I felt confident
but since her later is earlier
than we thought when we signed
it suddenly comes

down to every ordinary day
to what is keeping me
from being nice to her

the love of my Yes
I do

I hesitate to repeat that
Her condition, our problems
I must knowingly forget
to be able to live

ordinary days, in love
with the promising incertainties
in the hands of the filly

of my Yes
I do

Poem 983
Amsterdam, 2017-01-29
Collection: Dearme
Keyword: Love: flawed/doubt/powerless
Dedicated to: T D

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