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Zywa May 7
The tones are dancing,

tumbling across each other –


never falling down.
Collection "org anp ark" #10

October 21st, 2011
I knew this boy in high school
Who thought he was amazing
His ego was his best friend
Arrogance with no end
He valued me as nothing
Thinking he knew everything
Everything means nothing
When your life is pretend
everything means nothing when your life is pretend
Zywa Mar 25
He puts his plaything

in the box, a precise fit –


the garage is.
“Old Filth” (2004, Jane Gardam)

Collection "Shelter"
Zywa Mar 12
Looking for the ball

we decide to change the game –


into hide-and-seek.
Collection "Life line"
sergiodib Feb 17
It is in a fold of the untold,
In a soliloquy full of rage on an empty stage,
In an instant photo that goes beyond,
In the wave that tunnels like a cave,
In a place that I couldn’t retrace,
In an undeciphered mark on the Lost Ark,
On a probe that disappears into the sky,
That hides the answer to why.  

Or - this is nothing new -

Right Within You.
afterthepeak.eu
Zywa Feb 16
Keeping my head back

I look out, driven through streets –


of chimneys and roofs.
“Uit het leven van een hond” (“From the life of a dog”, 2019, Sander Kollaard)

Collection "On the fly"
Zywa Jan 26
I hear my own voice
it echoes where I live
in the lap of the mountains

I can clump, I can swing
I can jump, I can sing
out loud to you

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

Are you coming knockertheknock
for another clickertheclack
with me this afternoon?

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

We clump and we jump
we swing and we sing
hopperthepop, hop, hop
For Lotte Woestenberg #11

Collection “Summer birds"
Ruheen Jan 25
~
Here I am;
Guessing and
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings spill out
In front of me.

Carved my skin
A little thin
From my heart to my hands.
Then my nails dug in
A little deep.

Here I am;
In the sand,
Playing games with my hands,
As my feelings make patterns
On the ground.

~
Well...Hi!
Zywa Jan 6
The children follow

the man, treading his shadow:


Join us! Play with us!
“Het uur U” (“The hour H”, 1937, Martinus Nijhoff)

Collection "Passage Passion"
Maria Mitea Jan 5
i remember
how with my cousin every summer
after rain we  picked up snails from the road and put them in the grass
for fear of not crushing them under our heavy boots  …
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