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Zywa Mar 2023
As a child I crawled invisibly
away in the lower house
under the veranda
to see the rats
potter among woodlice

I felt big and strong
I pressed my lips together
against the little weak creepy cushions
and let their hard tails
whip my Gulliver body

I liked being their Atlas
under the adult world
upon my shoulders
which I separated from the earth
to keep it as it is
Collection "Ifless"
Zywa Feb 2023
The music can't go

bad, so everyone enjoys --


beating his heart out.
Composition "BAC" - II (1968-1970, Gilius van Bergeijk) for barrel *****, performed by the Busy Drone in the Organpark on February 11th, 2023 - The adagio of BWV 1060 (from 1730) arranged for barrel *****, omitting the echoes played by the oboe after the violin passages

Collection "org anp ark" #275
Zywa Feb 2023
Narcissus prefers

to play alone, with mirrors --


as his string quartet.
Composition "Partita Ritardata" (2022, Paul Pankert) for violin and electronics, performed by Paul Pankert in the Organpark on February 25th, 2023

Collection "org anp ark" #281
Zywa Feb 2023
The girl just watches,

her parents build tall towers --


till they fall over.
"Sommarsömn" ("Summer sleep", 2020, Jens Christian Grøndahl)

Collection "Stream"
Zywa Apr 2022
The train driver is startled, and I
am not myself, my thumb
presses upon the rails

It's one of the trillions
of temporary states
of my consciousness

in which everything is allowed
and possible, in the childhood
of the universe

No you or me
how real is that?
A green door

is just art, made
from a piece of tree, exhibited
in pop-up museum earth
Collection "The light of words"
Zywa Apr 2022
The girl keeps wriggling,

at her wrists and her ankles --


tossed into the sea.
Collection "Bruises"
Zywa Apr 2022
I never played Hamlet,

I was just the performer --


who was playing him.
"Het theater, de brief en de waarheid" ("The theatre, the letter and the truth", 2000, Harry Mulisch)

Collection "Held True"
Sharon Talbot Oct 2021
When we were children
My sister and I rejected
The role of princess.
They were pretty but weak--
Always needing to be rescued!
And we preferred the chiseled faces
The greater command of queens.
We stood on our beds at night,
Wool blankets turned to velvet capes.
And we declared our power
In broad, silly proclamations
Such as “Queen of the Dolls”!
Or Rulers of the Woods
That stretched off to the east
Of our little house,
That became a castle
Guarded by hooting owls
and Baskerville hounds.
Arms outstretched, our capes
Made leaping sparks
And we shouted in our glory.
After tiring of commands
We launched ourselves into the air
And for a moment, ruled the earth,
Suspended above our queendom
Until we fell onto our beds
And laughed with joy,
For were we not landing
On stacks of feathers,
Piled high to avoid a pea,
Laid there just for us?
Memories of fond, brief moments, when my sister and I were transcendent.
I tried to wake you up
You wouldn't stir
I thought you were sleeping
You weren't
You were playing dead
Messing with my head
Your sick game of pretend
So in my resentment
I pulled out a gun
I turned you into the real thing
i turned you into the real thing
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