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
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.
WATERLINE
HERE IS YOUR FREEDOM AT HORIZON
SUNKEN FEELINGS FLOATING BY
UPSIDE DOWN DOWNSIDE UP
RED EYES IN THIS PLACE BY HORIZON
pure
neat
start of A dAy
when dark goes into light you find the best moments to be creative mind surrounded by silence you see hidden glory
morning light with morning dew showing you
no wind no disturbance still hands without sweat steering light away compose the moment leaving composition leaving colour
you write what you see you take the photo of your feelings no illustration no description PhotoPoetry
TRIP
contrast in photos
contrast in journey
towards
last
from pipes, good smoke, to watery lines
long shadows override lonely ride
push down followed by upwards pull
slow motion advanced sight
shadows of dawn
roar of motorwaaayyy going over inside chirping
certain warble takes distinction
accelerate vision
old creeping raising questions of contrast
still filling airspace
possibilities
old verses new
giving living space
stroll in with eyes wide open
leave with head in motionless thinking
human made
say inside contractions
it can be done
contrast of cultivated wild
rOOs
an other try
Going back doing an other try, making an other, not.
Sticks stayed, dipper drift, tooooooo much debris, need to do it again.
waiting for an better moment
Sticks saved, put secure.
Waiting for the right weather.
The third try was ships law, 3 times lucky.
Line 1 and line 2
CONSTANT FLOW OF IMPULSE
ADJUSTING TOWARDS ALTERATION
line 3 and 4 and 5
BOAT BELLIES
PUSH PERSISTENCE WAVES
READJUSTING WHAT WAS THERE
LINE 6 AND LINE 7
CONSTANT COMING
PERSISTENT GOING
FINAL
Finally the sticks stayed on the beach, not sure for how long.
The work was started at 7 in the morning in all peace without people.
On the way back people started to flow in with whatever they could carry.
The river beaches are a bit of a walk.
The poem will be a part of the Clean Rivers project, this September. What goes into the rivers here can go around many places in the world, even going around the world.
The poem is now in my garden and noting was left in the river, except my footprints, maybe.
The aim is to remind people of the beauty of the spot, without moralising.
Now i need to work on the film a new experience, which will take time.
