A small sensitivity

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A small sensitivity

With my head,
on a small table,
I bowed over my literature.
In silence, a part between my friends.

All those days, however,
rooms of windows,
houses and glasses,
were a shining darkness,
in my blue blue eyes.

I never looked, at you,
because I did not need to watch.

The way, I felt
is next to, and above
your great altitude.

It is a small girl, a little village
and old, dusty books.

The teacher does not look
at these books because she
shares it, with the one small
sensitive friend, in her clothes.

She looked, at a sound
and after a moment, continues
to write, as time was heard
on her desk, late at night.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 31, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9940194-u-had-daar-niets-over-te-zeggen
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939809-it-is-not-my-world-it-is-my-universe

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939812-goed-gewerkt-motje
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9947846-in-silent-waters-i-fall-in-leaves-across-meadows-fields

Photograph II : The Blue Ball

The latest candle

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The latest candle

I thought, I would have
asked you, to write an essay.
A sort of review,
a look, a watch
over a new book.

I have thought, twice
to ask you a question
but the answer went away,
far beneath all rivers and oceans.

I had it All
in my mind,
and nevertheless
it was all a waste of time.

You see, an author
does not write, in that way.
She just dreams, all of her
nights, away.

The closed eyes watched
her eye, slowly in silent Sunlight.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 30, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9946555-the-silence-during-my-night-opened-a-new-day-besides

Marianne Fredriksson – Noreas saga,
© Marianne Fredriksson, 1983
Marianne Fredriksson – Norea, dochter van Eva,
De kinderen van het paradijs
Uitgeverij De Geus bv, Breda 2004
ISBN 90 5226 656 5
NUR 302

Hoofdstuk 19, pagina 154
“De blinde vrouw verheugde zich. Het kind
van de berg van An bracht zegen, het wonder moest gezien
worden als een teken dat Inanna de gebeden van haar oude
getrouwe dienares had verhoord en Norea onder haar goddelijke
bescherming had genomen.
Maar de gebeurtenis bracht Norea niet nader tot anderen,
het vergrootte de afstand juist, vergrootte de leegte om haar heen.”

Photograph II : Marianne Fredriksson – Noreas saga (1983)

The whitest tower

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The whitest tower

Above all rivers
above all waters,
a silent watcher
has her place.

Beyond any kind
of charism,
beyond all forms
of ordinary normalcy,
grey clouds have become
darker till white and yellow
harvests were lost, completely.

In harmony, I live,
I think, every touch of the heart.
Do not think, it is easy.

In my time,
I’d like to say
it is good
to see and feel,
a white idea has settled,
higher than all ladders,
stairs of streets
can ever reach, out to.

I know that,
I have been looking
for the whitest tower,
all of my love.

It doesn’t exist.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 29, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9944625-the-whitest-tower-is-higher-than-any-cloud-fog-or

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Marianne Fredriksson – Den som vandrar om natten,
© Marianne Fredriksson, 1988
Marianne Fredriksson – De nachtwandelaar
Uitgeverij De Geus bv, Breda 2003
ISBN 90 5226 657 3
NUR 302

Deel 5, pagina 399
“Toen hij terugkwam was Anjalis uit bed opgestaan.
Hij zat in een stoel bij het raam, een beetje voorovergebogen
om de pijn van de wonden op zijn rug te verlichten.
Ik zat te denken aan de reis naar Ur die we ooit samen hebben
gemaakt. Je was destijds pas elf jaar, maar je herinnert je het vast
nog wel.
Marcus’ hart bonkte zo dat hij het dienblad bijna liet vallen.
Hij zette het neer, schonk de thee in en gaf daarna pas antwoord.
Ik herinner me er alle geuren van, iedere windvlaag, iedere hand
die hij streelde. De woestijn, de sterrenhemel, Me Rete die zoveel
genegenheid toonde, de ogen van je vader.
Het bleef even stil, waarna Marcus vervolgde: ‘Ik geloof dat Balthazar
de enige echt door en door goede mens is die ik heb gekend.’
Anjalis keek verwonderd, maar hij knikte en zei: ‘Hij leefde een
eenvoudig leven, met maar één doel en een groot geloof.’

Photograph II : Marianne Fredriksson – Den som vandrar om natten (1988)

 

 

Left pulse

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Left pulse

I actually, do not know,
what has to be seen, nowadays,
or these days.

Maybe, I am not very sure,
no, not at all, it could have been
another sound, in our world.

Something, has to be listened, to.
Somehow, how did you all think,
it is so important?

On the left,
I look, at least,
before I would write
another story.

It could have been,
glittering through
all nights,

it should have been
another woman.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 28, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9943569-my-left-pulse-is-almost-the-same-as-the-right

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9800438-according-to-the-great-history-of-silver-stars-wisdom-has
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9097535-mijn-ouders-waren-er-de-mens-niet-naar-om-in

Photograph II : MeisterSinger, Neo Quartz

Colour of eye

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Colour of eye

In a night
one blue silverlight
all kinds of colours
except one, has felt her love,
within my expectation.

One golden grey light
already turned, back afterwards,
simple.

I waited, never,
in fact, I changed the direction
of my rays in levels of energy.

I, do not ask,
who will give a question,
has yet taken care of, by care,
it will last longer, all the longest
than the day before our first future.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 28, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9243395-i-came-out-of-the-water-to-give-and-bring
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9076504-beauty-of-the-soul-was-never-seen-by-my-eye

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9940218-i-do-not-think-you-will-see-me-behind-my
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9095549-het-lijkt-me-meer-dan-logisch-om-te-wachten-op

Photograph II : Lao Tzu – Tao Te Ching

 

A second acquaintance

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A second acquaintance
Ronan Keating, featuring Yusuf – Father and Son

It was an old dream,
I had once.

I dreamed of,
changing the open fields
in silver, shiny skies.

I listened, in the night,
to what sheep where guarding
through the night, in meadows
of older, wider drops.

A veil was hanging
across my hands, and
still, the poetry is more
than a thousand books
of literature.

I have seen, lights
go out in the evening
but the morning
has given me
a new song.

It is an old dream.
I used to dream or sing it,
and now, you have read
my one deep laughter,
of light green eyes!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 28, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9940216-i-did-not-ask-him-his-profession-he-was-a
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9938923-as-if-they-have-nothing-else-to-do

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9942265-in-a-far-far-dream-the-white-woman-was-watched

Photograph II : Petra Hermans, Tilburg, the Netherlands

 

The smallest touch

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The smallest touch

It was a boy
far away;
I saw Him,
from far, Away.

It is the same
very same special feeling
within silent inner peace.

It is, how I woke up,
the morning begins,
starts without an End.

It is a girl
far away;
you should have seen
her coming, that day!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 28, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939177-i-was-looking-at-the-light-i-was-looking-at
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9614386-it-came-from-far-away-sweet-music-i-changed-one

© 2019 Petra Hermans

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https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9096476-a-new-light-is

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

 

Ice, stone memory

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Ice, stone memory

In an early age,
you see,
I already saw it All.

It is not for real;
that’s what they all,
do, say … .

Over all ages,
I had that one tremendous Task,
you could say,
from within a quite different opinion,
or perspective.

And then, finally
they were coming,
on my streets,
over the Road.

It was about Time,
I said.

You never know,
when the night falls,
and I cannot go back.

Half seconds, pass my way,
the couch and bed
lost their mind
while my kitchen disappeared.

Half seconds become a split second,
slowly, very easily,
I know this area.

In the morning,
that lasts,
it is a stone memory,
lost, lost in a deep deep Ice Age.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 28, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9062042-it-is-good-to-stand-for-time
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9112948-all-beautiful-things-of-life

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9221358-one-song-i-saw-once-the-great-expression-of-happiness

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

 

The last decoration

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The last decoration

I thought, I had seen
a person, maybe a human being.

Could he, possibly wait,
on a white stone,
the other side of the streets,
I have known.

I guess, not sure
I have been mistaken.

For Christmas, last year,
the door was not opened,
anymore.

I do not wait,
for excitement.

This white next morning,
has brought a new sound.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 28, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9609927-he-called-one-star-the-star-was-lost-by-the
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9297927-opa-jan-goossens-hield-van-tuinieren-hij-kweekte-zelf-lichtgele

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9937830-er-zouden-nieuwe-tijdingen-komen-zoals-het-ook-hoort
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9937866-a-book-can-be-written-once-it-has-been-read

Photograph II : The Blue Ball

Beside the eye

Photograph I : J.R.R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings, Frodo Balings

Beside the eye

On the streets
I have a look
at my streets.

On the Road
body is not there
somewhere everywhere.

In trust, I live,
come back, never to return
in the same very eye.

By silence, I go
far away, time went by,
I am there
where no one is remembered.

Beside my mind,
someone is living
to be chosen
stronger, than He is.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 28, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9798545-i-trust-my-silence-above-the-wind-when-it-is

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9248211-i-was-chosen-to-be-in-time
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9895157-it-requires-a-master-to-master-the-very-thin-line

Photograph II : Frodo Balings at Weathertop, The Lord of the Rings