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mothershore...
this peaceful shore receives the ocean's tides
much like a mother's cheek her baby's tears...
her tender soul provides the safest sides
which offer comfort through unbalanced years...
while 'cross the sand a searching shadow glides
- a silver seagull chased by haunting fears -
her sacred Love, as meant by God, abides
and on her face faith's hopeful smile appears...
a child was led into her trusting heart
a wanted child, a granted wish, a rose...
and in her eyes the Truth of Heaven glows...
she is a seashore that expects and knows
her endless patience a repeating start
no matter where the water's spirit flows...
Rotterdam...
a labyrinth of squares and streets
in which the heart of courage beats...
a mass of towers, bridges, flats
and parks with oaks and flowerbeds...
subdued in golden autumntones
the rising river softly moans...
her music from a distant source
alight along her timeless course...
I find my father's angeleyes
aglow in Holland's quiet skies...
to watch my withershining ways
and warn me when my spirit strays...
haiku...
she died on the wings
of her royal dignity
one smile from the hive...
haiku... four seasons...
maartse viooltjes
glimlachjes vol levenskracht
lente herhaalt zich...
zomerse bloemen
bekronen het eeuwige
der lichtseizoenen...
zoete herfsttinten
zacht als de zucht der tijden
tonen hun wonder...
winterwitte glans
over laagland en water
belooft nieuw leven...
épaules nues...
une pose, une pose cuivreuse...
eaux vives étourdies & le feu
aux épaules
les flammes, la fougue
les algues, les algues attendries...
le drame mûri s’obscurcit
&
ombrage le sang...
c’est sur voiles de soie murmurants
que les vagues, les rages de vivre
impriment ma langue
miroitante...
la lueur de la lune câline, caresse le peau...
eaux vives, eaux vives
les algues glissantes...
le
flux accompli et voici, surprenant...
la mer m’adoucit, elle m’acquitte
elle me voue au vent...
mon âme ... elle se vacille
comme une chandelle dans le vent..
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