what in name of what
past taking leave
all for name mention
fallen over rename
lost intention
you name it Yes you
taking away what should
have
been
inside your mind
do people mind
decay undertone
she did get away from the bullets
running into a field away further away
into mist to hide from bullets
she made it
they came out not knowing
I cycled on laughing out really LOUD
Roos Boekjes
Cotton Wool Silence
still talk under beech leafs
above needle trace
tale away
cup holding lost torments
taunted perception
under rusted feet
frail away
scream torned hunter
acorns out her beak
sworn under
sail away
black manes follow
thunderstorm frase
ler her paws be stained as
wished away
pottering away in any garden
feel one with nature
part of nature
no standing order
alone within thousands
creating living sculptures
unpredictable art
soundless motion of growing
seed leaf stem tree bee
weaponless power inside green involvement
bold amber ways
crossing
trail string lane
bold amber ways
slow discovery
what lays underneath
hangover maroon
from yesterday fairy trail
whatever it has been it is no more
hangover maroon
shouts out
what you want to say
blues over grey
listening to crisper leafs
seeing linger foliole
blues over grey
shall we stay or should we go
do you know
Just a perfect day
discovering new tracks
cross country
never alone
yet
perfectly still
to reload the battery
and
yes bighorn came across
with all the family
they stood still for just one moment
looking at what seems to appear odd
one word just one word on
bark red bark with black letters
her eyes filled with question marks
his remark was little
absence of it said
what is the meaning of this she asked
well absence means not there
her mind went wandering
aha she said as question marks
disappeared from her eyes
with a smile she said
ART she said its ART Johny
as art doesn’t need a meaning
art doesn’t need a reason
Yep she smiled
he said come on lets go now with an ignorance shred
she waited untill he was out of sight
smiled and gave the word a militair salute
no need for meaning
——-
absence of, lays there where it was left
like all the other words froml
the Land Art Poem
which did play shadow on the Spiral
some words have hidden spots
others lays there where all can wonder
there were 54 visitors to the spiral “Red Dot”
stained glass window
showed her strange effects
making darkness shine
it al became right
inside likability
turning behind display
she won’t be cast of
electric catch
1000
while walking the spiral
somebody
concentrate not on feet
taking away
wings
riding into morning mist to find GOSSAMER without reason
going for red bark
seeing red mist covering every small open field
small clearing in woods
leaving an amazing trail of subtle fine lines
passing this vision would be squander
time will be time taking time makes time
line from a song comes by
having the time of my life
yet this time comes every year again and again
last year i wrote this one
knowingingly next year we see it again and again
first time was 2003 on my old field now
my eyes are open for Gossamer
time after time
autum ligth makes colours come out like nothing else
filtering through sligth green leafs hitting faded leafs on the edge
nobody else around to shout as human engines have not started
perfect time as silence makes you hear the wind wistle in your ears
while going down hills no music can rival it not even close
pure sadisfaction inside a landscape
words flow yet no pencil
old time made words pass out like
orange monster Gossamer in Looney Tunes
delicate lines of transient time
The Place
This is the place where we can leave noises from society behind us
Here we don’t need to run
Here are no bills
Here are no lies
Here is no money
Here is no achievement
Here you find beauty
Here you find survival
Survival we forget but can not ignore
that Place we all need
that Place we are looking for
We don’t know what it looks like
but
We will find it
We fight for it
We cry for it
We don’t know what it is
We all will find it all in our own Way
The poem was written in September 1986 and
one day it will be a part of a novel
no title yet
A book with proza, with memories, with forgotten stories
If you wonder yes, i found the Place several times in my life
Roos Zwart will have an open Gallery at her home/office
showing you some photo technics you can try yourself
make a date with her on
2 and 3 October
and
9 and 10 October
Roos Boekjes
sEEd
even niets
silence in your ears
concept in your mind
seed trapped green
purpose ZOMAAR
under that one, on top this one
surrounded by your spot your vision
alone
like a spider inner web
observation
hovering Dentante
wind blows single shout
tetering under clouds
still tentacle
all is FINE within silence mind
it has been a while but have reach my space in a certain way
I am living away from major cities close to several national parks
Meeting myself again
i only need to cycle 10 minutes and i am in a forest and when going the other direction it is even faster, say 7 minutes and trees surround me and my bike and best of all nooooo cars
Yep surrounded by forests and as you can see on ‘found it’ heather and even some small hills.
Perhaps you missed me, maybe not, but, i missed myself and so glad to have found her again.
Roos Zwart 