One silent admirer

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

One silent admirer

It was a street, one street
and two pavements, besides it All.

I do not walk, I will not speak
and should not write.
It is a thought by an emotion in Time.

Next to the sky, I see a silent admirer,
not a man or a woman.
He, who does not exist, hast lost its entity.

I do not rhyme in one language,
I do not want to feel it all

when the music silences the night,
he is watching over.

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Ice Crystal Blue Ball

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The collapse of time

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The collapse of time

I was looking at the ceiling, at night.
I have been looking at my ceiling,
under my roof, late at night.

I saw, my lights falling down,
the windows would break 
and I would laugh out, loud.
The furniture shattered all my candles,
at once.

I look and watch, outside 
and see children play in the streets.
The Sun shines, as never before,
as if I could rhyme, it All.

I hear the floors coming down,
on me, the sky tries to disappear,

I smile, by now,
time collapsed.

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10043813-at-school-i-learned-that-i-did-not-need-to

Photograph II : Ice Crystal Ball

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The whitest language

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The whitest language

I have seen children talk in this way,
in my manner.
The words do not have a sound, really.

All kind of languages whirl around our world
without love nor, life.
It is in silent mind, safe and loved, forever.

I wondered, how people talk for ages,
without saying a word to each other,
of any meaning at all, in our Time.

I must admit, the whitest language
I continually guard, it is in a guidance
of a woman with a timeless age.

In silence, I see you are whispering
more than one language.
It is my wonderful world 
in which I believe in myself!

I love the highlighted sky in September!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 31, 2019
 
© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10043048-at-least-longer-than-6-years-i-have-seen-more

Photograph II : Ice crystals, snowflakes and snowcookies, all in one language!

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More than 11 times

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

More than 11 times

I can dream about it, more than
11 times a day!
I write about all my stories by a broken pen.

In life, on earth, there is more than
1 chance, for a new perspective.
I agree that I cannot write, poetry.
I am not good, at it.

In love, I do not love you,
I never did or will.
It is just, that I have seen you,
walking on my streets, not in my road.

I have a silent admirer, 
in the streets at night.
He does not know, what to do.
I have three pencils in my left hand.

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

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

Marianne Fredriksson – Norea, dochter van Eva,
Hoofdstuk 31, pagina 262
“En toen op een nacht in de winter, net na het grote nieuwjaarsfeest,
werd Norea wakker doordat de kamer fel wit verlicht was, alsof er een ster
in was neergedaald. Het witte licht rond An-Nams gestalte was sterker geworden
en vulde nu de wereld, zag ze. Ze keek naar zijn lichaam, dat naast haar in het bed
lag, en wist dat hij verlaten had. Hij was in het witte licht.”

Photograph II : Marianne Fredriksson – Noreas saga

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Top of the mountain

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Top of the mountain

He has been sitting, over There.
He sits, next to all of his money.
The luckiest woman in our world.

I have seen, how bricks can be eaten,
by small little mermaids, do not think
it is funny. It is not.

But the water is fresh, any way!

At all of our stories, I convince
she seemed to say something, 
by walking out the door, for a while.

It was Elvis, the fish.
Elvis the fish never heard, 
of it, all the way!

I have to rhyme about it,
those jokes, she had, the song
has cycled a longer time than two lifetimes.

I have a new nickname.

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

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1645685769

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Deze uitgave is mede mogelijk gemaakt dankzij steun van Svenska Institutet
of Stockholm
Barbara Voors – Tillit till dig, 1993
Uitgeverij De Geus bv, Breda 2000
Published by agreement with Bengt Nordin Agency, Värmdö, Sweden
ISBN 90 5226 872 X
NUGI  301

Barbara Voors – Vertrouwen in jou,
Zacharias, Yrvaken, pagina 247.
“Hij misschien een kwartier weg en het is stil en onaangenaam
en ik weet niet wat ik moet zeggen, ik begrijp er niets van.
Buiten voor het raam is de duisternis compact en ik ben bang,
want ik besef dat ik niet door de duisternis heen kan kijken.”

Photograph II : Barbara Voors (Zweden, 1967) – Tillit till dig (1993)

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An unpredictable eye

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

An unpredictable eye

In the new next morning, I feel a smile.
Silently, the day begins before it even started!

Slowly, I slow my rituals, open the window,
feel a breeze of delightful happiness!

It is a story, it is in my two hands,
the soul holds one breath in a story of all times.

I cannot say, how happy I feel,
the story has been told all the time
by passion of love, life and most of all,
children within one laughter!

In the evening, the yellow light
whitens all waters,

the tea is warmer than ever,
I must admit, 
it is worth trying
to love more than I can give!

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Enya – And Winter Came…, One Toy Soldier
© 2008 Warner Music UK Ltd.

Photograph II : Enya – And Winter Came…, One Toy Soldier

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Under a green sky

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Under a green sky

I know, I have always known,
it would be a great difference.

I feel it in every drop of water,
one touch of my letters and a moment
I can write poetry.

The moment, I arrived, I felt a snowflake,
one snowflake, not in my face but in my right hand.

I do not bow, or kneel.

Under a green sky, I see all trees,
I feel all clouds and I cannot say,
the love I feel in my fingers, 
it is All worth, giving it away!

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : I am happy as can be!

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