Cotton Wool Silence

where is my line

Cotton Wool Silence
still talk under beech leafs
above needle trace
tale away

blogcottonswamcup

cup holding lost torments
taunted perception
under rusted feet
frail away 

blogcottonswambeak

scream torned hunter
acorns out her beak
sworn under
sail away

blogcottonswamlight

black manes follow
thunderstorm frase
ler her paws be stained as
wished away

sunways

bold amber ways
crossing
trail string lane

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bold amber ways
slow discovery
what lays underneath

blogsunhang

hangover maroon
from yesterday fairy trail
whatever it has been it is no more

blogsuntrust

hangover maroon
shouts out
what you want to say

blogsundrama

blues over grey
listening to crisper leafs
seeing linger foliole

blogsunpath

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

Roos Boekjes

place

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

blogplacedew

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

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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

set it free

 

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

 

 

trailed underworld

like a spider inner web
observation
hovering Dentante
wind blows single shout
tetering under clouds
still tentacle
all is FINE within silence mind

 

 

 

found it

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.

seeing is lOOking

seeing you

to perceive that concept
you need to see
spy with your eyes
underneath your view

shit is where you find it

make sure of wet knees
determine worm glimpse
sleep underneath your lips
velvet observation

hidden glories

consider no evaluation
just look what you see
receive no consultation
walk to interview with eyes wide open 

over and out

distinguish what lays behind
your vision
notice that slightest sight
catch espy

love

appreciate your flight
 comprehend
sheltered love
within your fathom

Perhaps, maybe, possible, you need to see before you look
inside photography
perhaps not
Morning light sure helps to ease ones mind.

on a personal note, i am moving house going away from city persuit, leaving behind an other garden for somebody else to enjoy, creating more gardens on ground force, going north to a house on floor level.

see you soon