Zywa

The stone nymph by the

fountain, her ever-calm smile,

her hand hanging down.



De stenen nimf, haar	Die Steinnymphe, ihr
altijd rustige glimlach,	immer ruhiges Lächeln,

haar hangende hand.	die hängende Hand.

Poem H5948
Amsterdam, 2025-09-17
I didn't sleep. Slow, silent thoughts (Frida Vogels) - 2014
Verse "Ik sliep niet. Trage verstilde gedachten", published in "Diary 1977-1978" - January 6th, 1978, Bologna (about Aunt Mia)
Collection: Helices
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida

Mama's eyes are strong

arms around me, I think she --

must be a fairy.



Mama's ogen zijn	Mamas Augen sind
sterke armen om mij heen --	sehr starke Arme um mich --

Zou ze een fee zijn?	Ist sie eine Fee?

Poem H5507
Amsterdam, 2025-05-25
With a photo of Lotte and Michi taken during a video call (September 18th, 2016, Grossdietwil)

Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début
Dedicated to: Lotte W

Fairies are dancing

in the coral, its colours --

are fading, sadly.



Er dansen feeën	Feen tanzen in
in het koraal, de kleuren --	der Koralle, die Farben --

verbleken helaas.	verblassen leider.

Poem S2564
Amsterdam, 2025-02-14
Coral Speak: Play 1 (Kate Moore) - 2016
Composition "Spel 1" from "Coral Speak" ("Play 1" from "Coral Speak" [of the Great Barrier Reef]), for vibraphone, coral instruments and stereo track, performed in the Organpark on February 14th, 2025 by Meiyi Lee of the Herz Ensemble
Collection: org anp ARK
Composer: Moore, Kate

Zywa Song of Praise As We Are

Maybe I'm just a girl
in your eyes, like all girls
have been, although sometimes
only for a short time and though you know them different

all so different
the woman next door, the schoolmistress
your grandma, your mother
your sister and me, the girl
you fell in love with

me, the wife you sleep with
and our little daughter, a princess
in your fantasies
because you are at a loss
with us as we are

Poem 3296
Amsterdam, 2020-12-02
Hymn to Isis (c. 300 BC), Codex VI-2, the Gnostic treatise "Thunder, Perfect Mind" from the Nag Hammadi library, written in the Coptic language
Collection: The climbing house

Zywa My fairy myself

Mama leaves it up to me
that I do not fight nor join
the popular girls, I

won't let anyone put me in my place
I don't want to be more or less
and I distrust their attention

Mama leaves it up to me
what I'm wearing, she gives me money
for glass slippers

but I'd rather be dressed as usual
when I attend the New Year's party
without having to turn down the boys

Mama leaves it up to me
to grab the reins and
brush and feed the mares

of my dreams
and learn from good luck
to be my fairy myself

Poem 2533
Amsterdam, 2019-12-08
Cinderella
Collection: Lilith's Powers

Zywa Fairied

An evil fairy in mother
is making it hard for me:
school, pocket money and so many

rules of getting up and coming
home on time. I can be angry
too, for all fairy's sake!

Daddy thinks I'm difficult
he doesn't listen. I need glasses
and the oculist says I don't

just like mother who always wants to know
everything, because she doesn't believe me
so why should I still

tell what I'm doing? As if
I am no good yet. But the boys
do know better, so let me

have fun, by fairied, how
else can this possibly be
the best time of my life!

Poem 1502
Amsterdam, 2017-08-09
Collection: The Big Secret
Dedicated to: Tess vB

The child falls asleep

in the warm bed, with the voice --

of fairy granny.



In het warme bed	Im warmen Bett schläft
slaapt het kind in bij de stem --	das Kind ein bei der Stimme --

van oma de fee.	von Oma die Fee.

Poem H0135
Amsterdam, 2012-01-13
With a photo of Dory with an umbrella (July 9th, 2007, Willisau)

Collection: The climbing house
Dedicated to: Dory dK, Madelief dK

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