october 2020, amsterdam
poetry has its colours to show
ambiguity and hilarity to share
she said:
let me write you a poem
transparent
the wings of a dragonfly
let the sun read it loud
on the top of a roaming cloud
let me give you a poem
wrapped in golden sunrays
glued with the scent of a pine forest
i’ll bring you this poem
running, jumping above
the stepping stones of ellipses
then we’ll meet like two facing brackets
you will see me wandering through
the alleys of my poem,
ah, in this game the poet in
her folly roams vigorously
along the shore of sentences,
jumps over a dash, climbs up
the capital letters, eventually
finds peace on the top of
a question mark,
how ambiguous it seems
losing definitely matters
for in losing one finds eternity
losing oneself, leaving one’s house
is coming home
when you tire of people, trust poetry
words will float freely
words will take you home
give birth to a baby-poem! the inner child
who in her playfulness and madness
will create a world beyond words