Wednesday 28 February 2007

the games are over

no more Olympics
triathlons
survival …

whatever fits

there's just no prove
in being strong
(and if you think it otherwise
… you're wrong)

now's the time to face
value
in a race
against ourselves

to reach out for the best
the highest note
the crowning shelf

no more tests of endurance
no more fighting it free style
here is where it leads to
this is it
the final quest


will our hearts be truly capable
of running
the differentiating mile?




Friday 23 February 2007

Unforgotten

we are like the sea
colliding icebergs

now, no longer free

mellow shaped
by years

we fit

laid back
and moonlit

unforgotten melodies
fill our ears

slowly kiss
salt on skin

soothing in waves

saline taste dissolve
forgotten tears




Wednesday 21 February 2007

Poetry Thursday - the body knows




Two week ago I 'discovered' Poetry Thursday; a wonderful project to share poetry and inspire poetry writers. This weeks poetry prompt is the phrase 'the body knows'. Below you'll find my trial poem. Hope you like it.


our mind knows
visions are misleading
when we sit up straight
to stretch-out
seemingly significant worries

the heart ploughs
a muscle, busy exploring
the limits of a smile
'cause the body loathes
being submitted to our stories

(and yet, we're still running
the entire sleight mile)

Sunday 18 February 2007

Transmogri…flying

the Interceptor T cut through the sky
like a shining blade
in anticipation for the thrill
its goal was kept determinately steady
a prisoner through the visors eye

almost like a still

the first shot, not a lucky one
left the pilot swearing his complaints
this was not his day
but he had learned to put aside his feelings,
where it came to this;

he was a hunter and she was prey

why this bird, with little wings
had manoeuvring skills he couldn't defeat
turned questions into mantra's
racing through his mind
for what seemed to last for eons

he never recognized when he was bind
in just a single beat

focusing on mental imprint
to out scheme;
no matter what, or come what may
he wanted her secrets and he needed them now
and she would not go down his history

as the one that got away

but as it often goes with testing wings
when overdrive kicks in
both planes, turned bird of prey,
spin into unintended missions
and the reason for this courtship

breaks radio silence into a duet
voicing a mournful mayday

Wednesday 14 February 2007

Spitting image

To read the island please click the picture.





Tuesday 6 February 2007

Coincidences

coincidences; random chance
that just happens to be on display
coincidence is wishful thinking
or projection
but not important either way

without the proper word
every single thought is wrong
and as long as you agree with this
I'll be happy to safely tag along

let's not amaze, connect and entice
frustrate, anger and theorize

in between these spaces
lies a world left unsaid
creating its own story
build on our silence
but that's not important, forget


now all I need is one little thing;
a remedy
against your voice
your face
inside my head