perfect dAY

caught mist

when you feel good
 you can jog with blue hair
while smiling

when you feel good
 you cope with remarks
 wet camera

not perfect

too late runs itself
 going over into
 mend 

forgotten key
 going over into
perfect

light

rattle of Motorway one site
rattle of geese, seagulls, coots other site
no matter
as light sparks even inside ears

1 became 3
walking filled with
inspiration

forgetting mindset
no matter
all will be fine

lens

traditionally
topsy-turvy
instead
winding circuitous
mazy twisting
meandering
roundabout trick

tortuous

In the proces of making a book-car to wander about with, showing the books, selling the books. It will hook onto the bike, butte, it looks boringly black.
Paint, waterbased gravity paint, to get the colours. Car was painted on the allotment in the open air.
People remember mostly the drop photos, so went to get the car with the camera, to take photos of dew on the paint. Walking as bike has not yet the ‘towbar’.
Just made it in time for the vanishing mist, almost there, forgot the key.
Got the photos as a background for a logo. AND
Walking back became just perfect, still water, morning light, floating catkins, perfect for the Salix book.
Will safe them perfect photos for the book only as always.
One day soon (hopefully) tourists will walk along the Windmills meeting me and the book-car.
The date for publishing is postponed as it takes the printer longer, to get it prefect.

Roos Boekjes

BIRDy

rows

once sky high
acrobatting over under inside airflow
born sensation of aerodynamic 
no need for academic
feeling perfect flow

line skirt

avian composition
calamus writer
surface reality of vanes
keratin resistance
 uniquely cover
bewildered

left

secondary flight forming inner wings
sorting out wind connections
Primarary Remiges flown by
lost colours of love
contour down

the beauty of feathers 

‘dropped feathers’ was written with calamus “Icalamus” one of the first desktop publishing programs available for all, who write.

HOURS

these boots are made for………. and so we did
noise over noise 
inside more noise
need to get away from it
can't work like this
away
25 kilo metres 
searching for 
other sounds
on the edge of
here we go
dark and cold
scooter stink scooter noise, now there should go subsidies to electric scooters much better much better they who can afoord electric cars do they really need subsidies 
solved one problem in my mind just in my mind while fleeing what can not be left
here we go
dark and cold

landESscape
you know that feeling of
ultimate argument non winning sensations
now here comes the camera
excuse me 
what about them catkins ja
you are in macro mode ja
hey i am getting wet here ja
no win situation

once again
and again
under water what do you want to achieve 
with them spots them white spots
where did they come from in the first place
not inside my lenses my light focus shows something else 
and again

water
silence of water
music for mind
slowly certainly
coming and going
reflecting movement
let it be let it come let it smooth all away
hundreds of photos coming and going

suddenly Virginia Woolf flows by her shoes sink inside sand her pockets are filled with rocks her hair flows like waves over her facial expression just a moment out of hours reflecting in my mind her dead her books her words
3 women 3 timescales 3 livelihoods
1 movie hours away

like my mind hours flowing on water forgetting all what can not be left
leaving reality out of my mind like wolfs with dubble Osss
creating stories making lines of words over screams entering my mind
letting go of what lays behind entering what lays ahead in my mind just my mind not yours not his her lines are different than mine in offensive minefield going where insults solve into waterlines going where outrage sinks to bottomlines.

yep here an old place a new way


wave away

hours later words later images later
the certain need to go back

headache picking up
cold till the bones
legs numbing
battery low

almost too late for bakery almost not yet
so cakes and bread to celebrate hours
hours in solitude when creativity flows the best
now spending hours to fix it all inside my mind
creating my own words creating storylines
showing my vision 
what noise never will see
what hurry never will see
what concrete never will see



my studio

If you came this far to read what was written you might wonder i have lost my mind but no these are real feelings true feelings coming and going every day as i can not get used to city living inside a huge village but for dutch pricipes it is a village for me it is a city. To do what i do i need nature so need to escape.

My books are about just that in a certain way batteling against the stream in peace of mind.
Perhaps Virginia Woolf is the inspiration by the river.
More Virginia

None of the photos nor the poems will be published in the books they will stay unique for the books only, not for screens nor screams.

instant

instant drop

wiggle waggle wobble
wiekie hooo
 willy-nilly wimple wordsss

instant twist

growing book
more pages
instant inspiration
on demand

instant rainbow

experimenting on a flow
instantly
going 

instant glass

lucky feathers
in a bag
in on over glass

instant abstract

only when you read this
you see some background of
the book

while doing 
discovering
that can this can as well as

Needed quick and smart to make extra pages for the book Today
While neighbours are drilling and filling and you don’t want to know
Lucky for the headphones with noise isolation just music
Lucky for my collecting habit, in this case glass and feathers
It worked

The book will be bound, therefor pages devided by 4, ok but
Left page photo right page poem, didn’t work unless 
first page something else as well as the last page
so 4 more pages 2 added as photo-poem and 2 added as extra

ooooh and than the bleed the bid that is cut of oooohhhhh
well its done

soon