They plunged deep in
out of the world
right in the middle of it
Tag Archives: poetry
It doesn’t work that way
It’s not in a can.
You can’t buy the can
and open it
and pull it out
and dress it up with mustard.
Nor can you dream it up
or get rich enough to buy it.
That’s not what it is.
It doesn’t work that way.
Days of the prophets
Fire withdrawn from a bush in the desert
smolders in hearts
awaiting wood and wind
Unnerving, clipped broadcast of the Champions League
Do you know all
a ball can do
and men, too, until
the broadcast shows what they did?
You are a room
But are you in you?
Are you when you
fly wide in God?
More than semantics
My dead-yet-alive
are, you say, your
memory you’re keeping alive.
But no, without us they thrive.
This difference is more than semantics.
Again personified
I’ve peeled out the inner part of death
and he was not what he seemed.
His strutting gave lie to fear
and frankly to his wanting, to
filling himself with all that he wanted to be.
Loneliness is a thread sown
Loneliness is a thread sown
through each and every bone
This world flowing over
This world flowing over
into the next
Advanced Dutch
“Lekker zonnetje.”
“Wat maakt het zo klein?”
“De gezelligheid.”
