In my left 3 hands

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In my left 3 hands

I have seen, by the wind of airs,
a new idea in my hometown,
between a village and the sky.

I have heard, a fairytale in all fairytales,
where the early bird had eaten
all bread, before they arrived!

I have listened, in 2 hands, 
a small little tiny tale to be left,
in past or present.

I saw them, all going in the fog,
as music on waves,
without coast or clear sight

I saw them, a vision of 16 years,
going into 17 years ages,
slowly, the past was closing but behind,
a silent writer believed in the speed of light.

In the fields, no silence is music
the path is a walk behind, I must say,
I lost the way,

when the Light finally appeared to shine,
shine a small tiny precious heart out of the sky,

it was fallen out of my sight, in a deep lost
forgotten piece of letters, the numbers were there

and I knew, just knew, the left thumb healed
for ages and ages!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 26, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10095885-when-i-look-at-my-left-pulse-the-watch-ticks

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Times of time

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Times of time

A difference in time has not been taken
away, but given.
You see, as I see it, not to be
seen, ever!

Harmony has 2 words in one,
as it is pronounced more than
in one balance of time.

In all cultures, and countries,
in different times, 
there are more rules
to forget about, longer than
I should think.

It is a way of saying
that I like the human race any way!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 21, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10095473-the-left-thumb-changes-a-look-in-my-eyes

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A poem rhymes

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A poem rhymes

A morning opens a new day.
In the eye of my body, a first cup of tea
respects the silence in all books.

I know, already most of the time,
how the evening begins and by which Light.

It is not, that I did a work, destined to rhyme
my poem, a minute, a second in complete absence
of a lack of words.

In moments of time, I do not say 
because my energy transforms a new energy,
inside the deepest element of my soul.

I have seen the back of history, 
in emotions, those who last longer
but I must say, at the end of freedom and verse

a laughter, a smile fades away in veils
veils across meadows, where children do dance

veils of foggy mist where the poet
masters a rhyme of a poem,
in which the master was written,
down out of the rhyme.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 21, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

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One silent source

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

One silent source

The day, I started walking
across my first bridge, was a day,
it has been distinguished in history.

The day, I learned to write a number,
is the day, I looked a thought in one remembrance!

One day, will, would and shall give
a source, one source of waters,
nearby a river, at the side of a sky.

I came through a thought, it became an emotion
and a feeling sees you, in one eye.

A small child has eyes, a colour,
it All watches, how Time is silent.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 20, 2019

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Name of names

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Name of names

I have wondered, I wonder,
who could tell time, who ever
could write time.

I write, who wrote a word,
all words that I have wanted
to allow.
To allow a spiritual level, was levelled
by a poet, who did not mind.

She cares because she would not care,
in the End.

Two sticks, really gave a Light, 
that article in which Time went back,
before I would ever know.

You see, light was fastest, returned
in my hand and the last point was thought,
not a split second but a quarter minute, ago!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 20, 2019

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https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10094263-franz-ferdinand-has-taught-me-one-line-in-history

© 2019 Petra Hermans

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The smallest bridge

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The smallest bridge

I returned that day, after I heard
his story of the little birds.
On the other side, I watched them all,
every morning, as a child, a young small child.

That day, twice, he explained me,
how, why and why it was All about,
wherever.
It takes Time.

I remember, my idea, how to get Home
after puzzles of Q, Y and A.
I have, never seen such a beautiful Heaven!

He was too old, in the warm summer
and admitted, had forgotten.
The story raised, green, blue and white,
hardly to endure or persist.

I was astonished, was I.
Someone, started the history a long time, ago.

As a child, I never knew what was dreaming
about a line, a bird, a morning
but Time is before simple times.

And when the evening falls, the every evening fell,
I heard that small, little bird, on the other Side.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 20, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10094021-it-is-all-in-my-skin

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A warm silence

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A warm silence

In the moment, I arrived at Home,
he looked at me.
He didn’t say a word, only one gesture.

A later on, after my friends
got into the House, I decided, 
once again, to visit all of them.

In a silent way, the door behind
my back opens, again while I listen
a new sound.

And more over, she bends like a child,
makes no sound in a warm silent smile.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 19, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10092434-besides-the-inner-harmony-of-my-deep-silent-responsibility
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10091464-at-the-age-of-five-years-i-learned-to-walk

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