Goodbye sweet dad

My  sweet dad, you passed away 3 weeks ago. My heart is broken. I’m proud I was your daughter, you were my precious, fragile dad. Two decades of Parkinson disease had made a strong dad a fragile man in the end. As I held your hand one last time that night before you left us;…

Ode to Ostend

Best be warned, I’m going to rhyme again. I’m not that good at it, but I don’t care. One must amuse oneself with something, right? I’ve visited Ostend only twice and to me this city is so awfully nice Where Marvin Gaye wrote Sexual Healing this coastal city has a particular feeling  for many it’s…

Frost bites

Thick mist in the street makes it difficult to see the right door. Everything seems like the same grey doorstep. The cold makes it difficult to focus and the mind keeps wandering away. The layers of clothes are unable to stop it reaching the bones. Every step crisps under foot. Reminding that every step counts…

Stone faced

Sitting in the same chair day after day Static in space and time, porcelain face, smooth and stern Arms and legs outstretched as if fallen from a building so high Into this old-fashioned chair, with these old-fashioned clothes wrapped around the limbs Not a crease, not a scratch on the china Static in space and time,…

Go

Thumps repetitively gravel under foot breathing regular at the beat of the steady heart the rhythm is set path is fixed road unknown as long as legs carry the body keep on going lungs fully opened head clear of thought always focused on the next bend the next climb setting new targets untill that tree…

burn red

burning red its colour isas it’s cold to touch it burns with warmthat simply the sight of itit’s roundness can be held in handlike a glass of winethe smile only emphasizes the glowand you cannot but smileas unsuspected it has appearedas durable and remaining it will stay

up and up

As it rises up it stifles the boyHe feels numb as he wades through the waterComing up to his chin alreadyHe is focussed on the liquid surrounding himcontinuing forth as it goes up and upNot seeing her and her reaching handhis eyes do not meet hersThough seemingly close byIt’s as if miles separate themYet the…

to and fro and to again

the tide comes in – everything has been covered with wateryou can see the tiny gentle wrinkles on the watereverything covered, revealed as the water retreatseverything layed bare -hidden things now seenbut never for too long cause the water always returnssystematically, you can count on it to cometo veil again all things seen before –…

Hush

Eyes searching through the room No thought passes the mind Observing, watching, noticing No word is formed of any kind Taking in the room so peculiar Watching the strangeness becoming familiar Turning round to the face beside In the room, not alone, watching by my side Saying nothing, but really there Searching eyes locking through…

disperse

like little strands of tiny beads that tumble on the floor beneaththey all were severely pushed togethernow dispersing on the tiles and freerolling by, in all directions to places out of sightthe girl just watches, not able to follow the sudden broken flowlike little seeds they feed on doubtof where they’d go and if they’ll…

force

it is like water rushing towards a steady damthe unsuspected, sudden power paralyses every inch there isthe passion with which its force is blown is received with utter shockand as the water retreats itself, the dam still remainsonly slightly the result of the bang is observedbut as unstoppable nature is, the water is bound to…

Perpetuum mobile

She buttons her cardigan, her back against the wind which makes it hard to button. She can hear the tram coming near even before she sees it. The rails make that familiar noise. As she turns to face the tram, while removing a strayed lock of hair that the wind blew in her eyes, she…

Wednesday blues

she feels confused and not amused highs and lows fill out her day she wants to speak but words are lost she can’t express, can’t say amid the crowd, she’d love to shout but nothing seems to come she’s used to keep everything deep not bother not disturb no problems but that’s not healthy and…

shake

the warmth of the smiles could melt any snowthe faces inside are glazed with a glowthe light that shines through the glass is of youwho shakes the small globe, remembering, you dothe silvery snow descents from it’s chaosrevealing small pictures, so happy, of uscontaining a history, built there by twobut the promise of more travels…

The wondering wanderer

He is not from this city, yet he know it by heart. He knows every inch of it and morphs into it like a vital element of its being. How a boy can be so in tune with it’s surroundings is beyond her. A place she’s known all her life seems suddenly fresh and new…