ik vraag me af of de de tijd
- die zich onherroepelijk voortrekt -
soms een moment stilstaat
bij datgene wat ze met zich meebrengt.
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 4:52 PM UTC
the sunflowers had withered
gracious had they once stood,
competing with the golden hues of the sun,
there exuding radiance had been a delight to gaze upon;
now left to be fetched when morning came.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
my dear, do not worry
too often
your flower is still young —
green, barely has it rooted.
the time will come
you will flourish,
as it will bloom.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
individuals, dozens of them
prying until the sun
lit up the grounds
it felt like the heavens
when you did not
yet my smile
appeared too soon
faltered when you left me
bounded with affection —
crippled butterflies
leaving to never
fly near again.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
when the flowers started to bloom
they withered
all of them —
in my mind, at least
for the eye it is pleasing
i do not feel this ease
the wind does not calm me
it acts more like the turbulence
of my emotions
weighing me down
to earth.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
my dear, do not worry
too often
your flower is still young —
green, barely has it rooted.
the time will come
you will flourish,
as it will bloom.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
it was with me,
intimate
as a lover’s kiss
like invisible wings,
just the feathers that had
darkened a bit
an inescapable shadow
i was passively existing in.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
a dozen gold horses
galloping around the fields.
dusk is upon,
their manes are dancing —
a strong wind in our presence
how do they not stumble?
i do.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
light — featherlike —
risen into the depths
of tranquility
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
my butterflies adored you;
attracted by the soft lingering scent
of the flower crown that ever so
graciously rested
on your pretty locks.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC