Write right from your heart,

write truly and carefully --


write without posing.


Schrijf recht uit je hart,Schreibe direkt aus
waarachtig en zorgvuldig --deinem Herzen, sorgfältig --

dus zonder poses.wahr, ohne Posen.

Poem H4869
Amsterdam, 2024-08-23
The Black Prince (Iris Murdoch) - 1973
Comical novel, A Celebration of Love, part One
Collections: Dreams of love, WriteWiser signage 
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

The things I suspect

always turn out to be truths --


that can be trusted.


Als ik iets vermoed,Was ich vermute,
is dat altijd een waarheid --ist immer eine Wahrheit --

die betrouwbaar is.die verlässlich ist.

Poem H3917
Amsterdam, 2023-07-02
The wrinkles of Esther Ornstein - The history of a neglect (Simon Vestdijk) - 1959
Novel "De rimpels van Esther Ornstein - De geschiedenis van een verzuim", chapter 3-3 (AD 1922)
Collection: Inmost [1]
Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon 
 

Rather than your love

I wish to tell you carefree --


whatever I think.


Liever dan liefde,Lieber als Liebe,
wil ik onbekommerd jou --würde ich sorglos sagen --

zeggen wat ik denk.was ich mir denke.

Poem S0868
Amsterdam, 2019-05-07
The china shop - Faxing to Ger #2 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2018
Diary-novel "De porseleinkast - Faxen aan Ger"
Collection: In the shadow
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Zywa Bees' habit

There is silence in me
which is not there
in the middle of 50,000
Irish bees

who are a black cloak
around my pale skin
My body is their heart
It is beating faster

from their poison, I feel
connected, one
with life, one
with spring

the loud buzzing
of love here on earth
upon me
within me

Poem 2155
Amsterdam, 2019-03-14
Springtime (Jeroen Eisinga) - 2010
Performance in 2010-2011
Collection: Lilith's Powers
Tribute to: Eisinga, Jeroen 
 

Zywa I was alone

In the early morning, I received the truth
a clear sound

I searched and saw no one, not even the light
of an angel, it was quiet and I was alone

with the truth, that calmly awaited
what I would do and didn’t make a sound

It was just there, and I saw clearly
what was hidden from me before:

the truth was big, when I looked away
I still saw it in the corners of my eyes

I couldn't ignore the truth
My thoughts ran around and my heart

was pounding and I wished
I could give it away to someone

but I love the people I know
too much to give them unasked

such a present, I was ashamed
of myself in the light of the truth

my heart skipped a beat
and I wondered why I got it

and from whom, a friend, an enemy?
I did not know, I did not know what to do

Poem 1673
Amsterdam, 2018-02-14
Collection: Metamorphic body
 

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