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In the fields
of the Netherlands
Tulips of different hues
are in full bloom.

An open invite
to all the butterflies and bees.
Watching them play around,
what a delightful sight
to the eyes of the beholder.

A moment of joy
for all nature lovers.
An ode to the Tulip 🌷 fields of the Netherlands 🇳🇱
shelter here under this door?



no i do not mind the rain,

though it is all mud over there,

and may slide.





where do you walk?



to the end, and back again.



thank you.
I don't have long
Trying to win your love
She wants you more
You want me to my core
I know you do
A triangle of mess
The passion in your pools
Make me a fool
A smile that could be wicked
It tears my calmness to shreds
When I see the glint in your eye
The hint in the arch of your brow
Needing those full lips on mine
And they will belong to me
Please give them to me
I am your Aphrodite
I love him
Waited by the phone
When you stopped coming around
But no calls came through
A new number you've found
So I'll quietly slip back,
into my loneliness inside
I'll take with me your memory
And a broken heart I will hide.
Us
Dreams of summers past
Beach day, kids in tow
A smile, a laugh, your face aglow
Fast forward to now
You barely glance my way
Silent dinners are normal
How did we get this way
Why drag this out
It gets harder each day
We scream, we shout
Yet for us I still pray.
Flat Frisbees in flight
Beach blankets bundled by boys
Love letters litter
I feel out of reach
Of the things you want to teach
My desperation shows on my face
That you are not in my place
I want your power over me
So blind that I cannot see
I won't notice the error of my way
Please let me be your desperation today
Give me some sign I'm yours
Write me into your stories of lore
Make me your main character too
The one who triumphs over you
I will steal whatever you want me to
Hire me, instruct me what to do
I'm reaching for your hand
Just tell me where to land
The desperation of living
~
June 2025
HP Poet: Agnes de Lods
Age: 47
Country: Poland


Question 1: We warmly welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Agnes. Please tell us about your background?

Agnes de Lods: "My name is Agnes (Agnieszka), and I come from Poland. I grew up in the countryside, in a family rooted in rural and small-town traditions. My mother is a very intuitive person, and my father was always standing in the last row, quietly helping others, especially people with disabilities.

My parents gave me two ways of perception: seeing with the heart and with the mind. They didn’t have higher education, but our home was full of music, books, radio talks, and documentaries that showed the world in many dimensions. They helped me see that reality is full of tension and harmony, depending on what we pay attention to.

They gave me space to speak in my own voice. Growing up close to nature, I spent time observing, listening to the rhythm of the seasons. I learned humility, compassion, and what it means to face hard work and failure."



Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?

Agnes de Lods: "In Polish, I’ve been writing for four years. In English, two or three. But in a way, I had been preparing for it all my life by writing, reading, and observing the world around me.

I started sharing my reflections on Hello Poetry in December, just a few months ago. For the first time, I felt ready to express everything I had kept inside for years."



Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).

Agnes de Lods: "People. I love people. Every single person has a story. Sometimes strangers stop me in the street and start talking. I guess they want to be heard, and I love to listen.

Nature inspires me. And my dreams, too. Some of them come true, others do not. Still waiting for those lottery numbers to show up in a dream.

Books are also a huge source, just like music and art in all their forms. I am inspired by Karolina Halatek and Hania Rani, Marc Witmann, Umo Vide, Dror Elimelech, and Patricia Suarez (Colombian poet and painter), and many others."



Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?

Agnes de Lods: "Poetry is exceptional on every level. Metaphors express the unspeakable and have real power. They change the frequency of thought.

Poetry heals, invites contemplation, and opens doors to the many layers of human nature.

To me, poetry is sound, color, scent, even taste."



Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?

Agnes de Lods: "Sylvia Plath, Alejandra Pizarnik, Wisława Szymborska, Adam Zagajewski, Czesław Miłosz, Jorge Luis Borges, Pablo Neruda, Federico García Lorca, and many more.

I also read poems on Hello Poetry, and I am so glad to see many truly talented writers here. It means this world still has a chance."



Question 6: What other interests do you have?

Agnes de Lods: "I am fascinated by psychology and archetypes. I read Jung with deep interest.

I love sci-fi, deep conversations, walks in the forest, and learning new languages. But more than anything, I care about human connection and understanding.

I like to dance and play the piano, though I have not had much time for that lately. And I love connecting the dots."



Carlo C. Gomez: “We would like to thank you Agnes, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!”

Agnes de Lods: "Thank you so much for letting me share my story. I am so glad to be part of this community of sensitive souls. I feel good here."




Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Agnes a little bit better. We certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez

We will post Spotlight #29 in July!

~
When the moon meets the sun,
it dies —
carrying all three brightnesses in its sight.
When relief kisses pain,
the pain disappears.
Believe me, dear,
I'm not afraid to be the moon —
I'm scared you're the pain.
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