Soul cushion
The glowing souls of the ones
departed…
Soul cushion
The glowing souls of the ones departed…
Stardust and Divinity
Nothing exists that wasn’t here before.
Your fridge holds a trace of dinosaur;
your hair contains Andromeda’s glitter.
Search for the moon
In the void of a moonless night
I search for life‘s essence…
Apricot afternoon
She clutched the last trinkets of a life three-quarters lived
Sunlight glories
…and sweeps away the winded stories…
Change
It is time to end
the thought of women
as bodies draped too much or too little…
Becoming nature
…and the blossoms and flowers
bear hope for my bones.
Connected to human truths
I can hear into the oceanand see through the yearsI can paint with my voiceand sing with my handsI can feel in abundanceand be stingy in mind I can play
Broken
Within our genes , a family history itches from centuries below.
Spring in time
& I felt the roots of our family tree hugging me gently…
Nothing more…
I have nothing more to offer than…
Peace in and around us
But we hurt
/We hurt
/We hurt…
Not hold on…
She looked up into the clouds
Asking for continuity…
Beyond our memories
The snow that floated down on the years left memory puddles dried in the sun…
Venus closing in
At dawn she stood in front of the door, steaming cup inside of her hands, she noticed a star in the eastern sky. It was dancing brightly towards the earth,
Clover of Four
(for my mother who would have turned 85 today) Betwixt the primal automn air I stroll along on worn out fields; I look for her in glowing leaves that tumble
The eternal transcience
Little petal’s white on the grass They have been thrown – simply to pass Noble peacock’s call in the grove They have been reared – only to rove Tender lamb’s
Flashes of resistance
So greedy, corrupt,
unscrupulous, abrupt.
The fog of freedom’s air
The fox retreats to shadow’s fold, beneath the moonlit cherry tree.
Days of grief
Life folds itself in years,
A young boy, an old man.
Time passes
in a whirlwind cough.
Stardust home
It’s about the endless horizon
that the birds carry on their wings
Dreams of a life beyond
…it carries with it my yearning for a life far beyond.
Friends and rainbows
… I would stuff rainbows in a duffle bag…
Landscapes in my heart
…and I can feel the eagle scanning the land on a new day
wondering why people have chosen life on earth
Light heart (a story in four parts)
She lightly lifted her lids, scanning the horizon for a past that had been swallowed by the timeless ocean.
She‘s known
…her wisdom written in a pondering gaze…
Concrete people
…People piled on top of each other…
Bones and such
There are these mornings when your legs have been covering up,and up……the fragility of both our hips and bones,crackling slowly… Desire is a beast on its own.
Summer times ago
Summer is sparkling
on baby blue water.
A weightless life
Her mind swirled around in circles, trapped in an ephemeral skull. Outside, the rain soaked the crackled ground. A suffocating haze lay above the horizon. No escape, not even to nature.
25 vs 65
…Infinity trickling down their spine…
Park bench lunch break
Are we lonesome…
Shattered years
If I could freeze
the snow in midair…
Beauty versus Beast
Beauty versus beast
Winter’s mood
…phrases I planted out
of blue
they never melt those days
of ice
Lamentation of an disenchanted do-gooder
Throw that syrup up the wall
Nothing sweet! Not at all.
The fields are shred to open wounds,
chopped to cost-effective chunks.
Inhale the moment
I, who had been running from my years…
Trust the sun
No haze remains…if…
Nullified
…they even went and sold their proper shadow, I have been told.
Eulogy for a Winter soul
… I long for an Angel to help us through
Tiny piece of earth
Be the sun…
The life of the dutiful kind
“Press on, press on!”, a wind gust was urging, “life lies before you and regret’s left behind”.
Eva van Beek 
