cats
wool
fun

The rain is keeping me awake
In the middle of the night
I am all on my own
In a foreign town

Then the church bell rings
Twelve times
Welcoming the magical hour
When everything is possible

I sense that I am not alone anymore
You are here now
Holding me in your arms
I feel the warmth of your body
And fall asleep assured

midnight
stillness
wakefulness

yellow and red leaves
misty mornings greeting me
quiet is my mind

bluebells and lilac
you walking away from me
should I follow you

how are you
he asks
looking at her
with concern

I am struggling
she answers
trying to find
the right path

You tell me
That he has asked you
To marry him

Do you know
That he has asked me
The same question
Twenty years ago

happy
smiling
you

brown eyes
kind eyes
smiling eyes
his eyes

blue eyes
bright eyes
longing eyes
my eyes

why do I
always attract
the wrong men
she wonders
initially they are
kind and understanding
but soon they become
impatient, inconsiderate
and hurtful
the same happens
again and again

I love the taste
of strawberries
sweet and intense
like your kiss on
a hot summer day

I adore the colour
of strawberries
deep and strong
like your arms
around my waist

I enjoy the texture
of strawberries
firm and yet gentle
like your hands
on my skin

red light
green light
blue light

yellow light
orange light
white light

my favorite light:
moonlight

She did not laugh at me
when I asked her
how to use her paints.

Try with a little water
she quietly said
and carried on painting.

shrines
cherry blossoms
Japan

when she looks into the mirror
she sees his longing brown eyes
and his black hair she would like to touch
his smile is magical and captures her imagination

she closes her eyes to sense his presence

when she looks into the mirror again
she sees her longing green eyes
and her brown hair she would like him to touch
her smile is magical but he cannot see it

grey sky and red sun
yellow meadows brightly shine
black cats gently stretch

they say
there is somebody
out there
who really deserves me
but they do not tell me
how to find him

she sits
on the chair
exhausted
and wonders
if one day
she will have
the strength
and courage
to walk away
and leave him
behind

She smiles.
She laughs.
She dances.

He watches.
He longs.
He desires.

thoughtful
playful
love

She screams at me:
You are such an egoist!
You are not thinking of others
and their feelings!
You are disappointing us all!
We did not expect this from you!
I now need to protect my family.
Do not come to visit us.

I wonder what I have done
to get so severely punished?

Maybe it was my decision
no longer to follow
other people’s expectations
and to finally live my own life.

be my valentine
he says with a smile
gives me a red rose
takes my hand
and begins to walk

I am surprised
but I do not resist
and walk happily
next to him
full of anticipation

I look at you.
You look at me.
I see your smile.
You my response

I do not speak.
Neither do you.
Yet we both know
Silence means trust.

“you have not”
she looks at me surprised

“I have”
is my reply

“but you are just not the type of person
who writes poems”
she exclaims

you urge me
to let go of my fears
to be myself  and
live my dreams

I wonder
if you would still love me
if I really was myself
and not just your idea of myself

I am leaving you
he says

She looks at him
and smiles

shapes, lines and textures
yellow, blue and red brush strokes
happiness for me

looking at the moon
gentle darkness and some light
a sense of calmness

hot air and no wind
burning sunshine everywhere
there is no escape

I wanted to show you
The wooden pews of the
Sixteenth century church
But the gate was closed

I wanted to admire with you
The magic of the white minster
With its delicate carvings
But you had no sense for it

I wanted to watch with you
The river slowly passing by
And never being the same again
But you lost your patience

I knew then that I had to go

up
down
yo-yo

night
sleep
healing

sitting at the desk
writing poetry again
smiling and relaxed

How you read my poems
tells me more about you
than reading my poems
can tell you about me.

I want to live
in a real castle
I want to drive
a big and fast car
I want to eat
chocolate all day
I want a prince
to kiss me
and make me his princess
the little girl seighs
closes her eyes
and falls asleep

lines
circles
entanglement

late at night
and cold
sitting up in bed
awake
loud and doubtful
thoughts

flowers and chocolates
dinner in candlelit room
happiness and love

I sing
I dance
I smile

I dream
I hope
I try

weekend means me time
reading, painting and hot baths
fun and joy and play

she sits
on the bench
quietly
so that nobody
can see
her despair
as she wonders
if she still has the strength
to pick herself up
after yet another
disappointing
failure

pumpkins
chestnuts
autumn

I have never looked at you
through the eyes
of a woman before

Having done it now
I regret it
as I have realised
that you can never
be mine

waiting
listening
hoping

You always said
That I could not write
But now that you have left me
My words are flowing

lavender
cinnamon
home

walking through the woods
autumn leaves are everywhere
summer is a thought

she looks at
the vivid sunset
and realises
that him leaving her
was a good outcome

pressure
stress
endless