The house

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The house

A house with white doors in all rooms
breathes through our universe.

A house stands in white silence
because there are no other colours
in the living room.

A house with a white bathroom splashes blessings
all over my precious memories!

The house has a different colour on the ceiling;
it’s an exception.
Someone had all kinds of green colours
and she knew how to write her poetry day by day
until a Crystal Ball lightened all her colours in her eyes!

The house of houses lives by a woman
who loves to watch the small, little people on the streets below her.
She never understood their way of occupation
but that’s her meaning of life.

A Sunshine shone outside the glass in an old, new pair of glasses.
I do not think it sang a poem… .

In the evening, the pair of glasses will remain in a new light.

I know, it’s nothing that good, as it was
but some things were meant, to be finished
and after a while, it All started, again,
don’t mention the composer, the musician,
the poet or writer, author or teacher.

It wasn’t me.

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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9 – 8

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Photograph I : A Northern Sky conform a Polar Star

9 – 8

I do not know
when it all appeared
to me as one.

At school, I learned
to calculate with numbers.
At home, I already knew
that it wasn’t completely true.

He saw, me then.
Harmony, I was born
but numbers were given
he never knew, before.

A last drop has not been saved
I saved it just a minute ago
you did not see it, neither did I.

Somehow, it was a solution.

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : A number on the front of a church in a village (P. Hermans)

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Tailor

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Photograph I : Petra Hermans

Tailor

A tailor of tales;
that’s how you
have been, calling me.
It sounds familiar,
but I agree!

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Netherlands, Tilburg, Westerpark (Petra Hermans)

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La Marche de l’Empereur

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Photograph I : Painting of my grandfather Jan Goossens

La Marche de l’Empereur (2005)
Luc Jacquet
1 Hour, 26 minutes

It was cold for little birds.
It has been colder for orcas.
It is the hottest place on earth, but not by far
the coolest.

I can’t walk, I know it.
I understand that for a long long time.

It is my body.
My body does not adapt.

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Roald Dahl – The Twits (Quentin Blake)

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Purple or red

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Photograph I : Berkel-Enschot, ‘t Kakelhofje (Photograph by Petra Hermans)

Purple or red

You can hardly imagine, that I remember
my first day and at the same time, my first exam!

Kindergarten.
Five hours, I suppose.
Under the table, while my friends examined
me, for 2 hours.

I am the best worst teacher in the world.

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

a-ha – East of the Sun, West of the Moon (1990), Waiting for Her

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The combination of water and wind is my speciality

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All my birds

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

All my birds

Even though, it is the second half of January,
all my birds returned, yesterday!!
I know, spring is coming, for a couple of days.
A lot of birds are happy, now, since a long time!

I did not expect all those birds in my afternoon,
but I saw them coming, going, over and over again,
high in the sky!

I was happy,
I am happy.

Then, I moved my body closer into my room,
turned my head right in the middle, a little below.

I closed the door, took my pen
and wrote it, All down.

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

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Marianne Fredriksson – Norea, dochter van Eva
(Uitgeverij De Geus BV, Breda, the Netherlands, 2004)
(Original: Marianne Fredriksson – Noreas saga, Sweden, 1983)

“Allemaal droegen ze hun mooiste gewaad en vele sieraden,
maar velen voelden doodsangst, zag Norea. Het was niet zo
vanzelfsprekend en eenvoudig als Lu-Sin het destijds in haar jeugd
had voorgesteld.
Een hofdame kwam te laat en was nog niet klaar met het vastzetten
van haar zilveren hoofdband toen de gifdrank al in haar beker
werd geschonken.
Norea hief, zoals het gebruik gebood, als eerste haar gouden beker,
ze keek naar de heldere drank en zag An-Nams blauwe ogen erin.
Ze lachte triomfantelijk naar hem, hief haar beker als een groet
en leegde hem in één teug.”

Hoofdstuk 34, pagina 274

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6 Levels

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Illustration : A quote by Lao Tzu  (Lao Tzu – Tao Te Ching)

6 Levels

A guardian angel has been guiding
A Guardian Angel.

In a landscape of trees,
higher than the sky above earth,
I walk there,
without touching
a sound.

You may say, she might have been
a wizard or storyteller.

The King of Queen has a crown,
with hard stones stronger than water.
Jewels, diamonds or golden glasses of disaster
do not interest, him.

The point of no return is, namely,
all in her soft, sweet and feminine hands.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
January 18, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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