Detail from Willem Arnold Witsen, Wintergezicht Oosterpark, Amsterdam (Singer Laren)
Certain players had moved on
This finally would be the year
of game-winners and accolades.
And so I rose early to prepare,
pounded down the dark road
before the long day of work and school,
hating the road,
hating the fear and weakness within.
Imagistic
Portrait at Leiduin
God being none the wiser
Keeps dumping beauty and grace:
the cornflower, the gentian,
the shadow game
and streak of light.
The pretty eye,
the inward sigh,
the clearing mind
and day we might.
Last bike of 2014
Silhouette
O friend, O friend —
O friend I’ve failed to be.
Would that I could cut out
the cuts that slip from me.
The Outsiders
Jeffrey Bowman, Sven Ehmann and Robert Klanten, eds. Published by Gestalten, Berlin, 2014.
A carp paid the wind
To build a wall —
it’s ice ‘tween him and me.
And there he sits in his dark,
knowing I can’t see.
But I’ve cut a hole
and drawn a chair:
I’ve the patience of a tree.
Comes a thaw,
I’ll crash through that wall
and face to face we’ll be.
Utrecht Journal 