Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 11

His trembling lips

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

His trembling lips

It is a soft tune, this early morning.

The rain did not come close.

Rain needs tree.

The doves found a new shelter,

right wing covers more love, I could give.

It is the truth.

His lips could not say a word, 

this day outside our human existence.

He tried to look at me, as always,

impressed by my simple gesture.

It is not a social impact 

or emotional empathy.

I have forgotten, how to walk.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 4, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9940207-in-de-traditie-van-mijn-grootvader-jan-goossens-bracht-ik

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9239062-pasen-werd-verwacht-hoe-kon-het-anders-als-door-degene

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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A neverending bird

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A neverending bird

In the half closed fade & shades

in my evening, candles are enlightened.

A soft tune rings the night

in love we all shall live,

I see, I shall see!

In silence of nights, a light

remembers the returning of a bird,

she discloses earth & our universe,

all stars shine to be remembered.

In all eyes, I see, I saw,

I have seen one bird,

a bird would not return.

In heaven, all sounds gather lately,

to remember the returning of one bird!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 4, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9193467-it-all-came-to-a-good-end

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9103387-michael-schreef-het-oneindige-verhaal-voor-mij-ik-ben-alles

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10048275-in-a-mossy-scene-two-pairs-of-gloves-shine-her

Photograph II : Rights of the photograph are bought at a personal white counter

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In the front field

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In the front field

She started it all, why is

the End, not near.

In her silver field, fields are white.

I am in front of your field,

wisest man on earth, above my heaven.

I am there, nowhere time.

You should count, I counted on you,

one day freedom beyond the word.

It is a small difference, to run

in a backyard, or stand before the Front!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 4, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9221402-z-tijdloos-als-de-tijd-in-deze-tijdloze-juwelierszaak-voorbij

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9157012-ik-nam-voor-de-tijd-mijn-tijd-maar-een-ander

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9248670-leadership-does-not-particularly-belong-to-men-history-has-shown

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2874841473

Photograph II : Ice Crystal Ball

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A friendly card

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A friendly card

I did not expect, you,

to turn green or blue.

Not even in a  whitest shadow.

I knew it All in the clouds

above our universe, really,

I feel comfortable not to be

named as familiar.

I, who thinks in another country

protects, no other family.

It is a grace to be disgraceful.

A habit but not a ritual, in the head.

It all comes as one, fluently

and I have admired the best betrayal,

not one betrayer.

The heart has received an award,

on my 44th Birthday!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 4, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/7826215-i-am-grace

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9194150-eens-in-mijn-leven-ontvang-ik-een-kerstkaart-kerst-staat

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9237899-your-disgrace-has-become-my-grace

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9197102-i-give-her-poems-when-she-doesn-t-know-what-to

Elizabeth McGregor – Het IJskind

Elizabeth McGregor, Holly Fox, Elizabeth Cooke – The Ice Child (2001)

ISBN 90 5108 455 2

NUGI 301

Voor Kate, die kan zien in het donker

Hoofdstuk 40, pagina 346,

“Op hetzelfde ogenblik werd Jo wakker. Ze staarde haar vriendin aan.

‘Wat is er?’ vroeg ze.

Ze sperde haar ogen wijd open toen ze Gina’s gezicht zag. Een moment 

liet ze haar blik behoedzaam op de grond rusten alvorens zich om te draaien.

Toen schoof ze haar stoel naar achteren en keek naar Sam.

De jongen lag stil, met zijn armen langs zijn lichaam.

Hij was wakker en keek naar de televisie.

De beide vrouwen volgden zijn starende blik en wendden zich tot het scherm.

‘Grote God,’ hijgde Jo.

Er was nu een opname te zien vanuit een vliegtuig in de lucht. Ze zagen

de schaduw van de Twin Otter op de kustlijn beneden, het vliegtuig spiegelend

waar het heenvloog. De eerste opname toonde een vlek blauw tegen het grijs.

Het was een kleine tent, die was opgezet temidden van waterplassen, ingesloten

op een smalle landengte.

Jo stond op.

Het volgende plaatje liet een vrachtkajak zien die verlaten op het strand lag,

met de Johnson-buitenboordmotor aan de achtersteven op de helling van

verbrokkelde kalksteen rustend.

Een landkaart.”

Photograph II : Elizabeth McGregor – The Ice Child, card by David Atkinson

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The lost child

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The lost child

It was a Sunny day, more morning I could wish, for.

The author has no heart, an absence of intelligence

means you cannot breath, or write, or think to read, ever.

An absence of a conscience would have saved

animals of beasts, but really do they have a heart.

The heart of life does not function in that way.

They came, they all came, children, women and children

parents of fathers without a child. One shelter loves them All.

Another country released them, the heart, the soul and mind.

An absence of a heart, a conscience and love is life in one lifetime.

Because of one child, by nothing, in nothing and for all of Nothing.

They, who do not listen, do not write, as Martin Luther, I know all.

It was a moment, I who do not want you to want, anything, in your Past.

My present is my responsibility and the absence of your pen is my poetry.

Five years are all mine, aren’t they, the legs are not broken, the back is strong.

I do not see your eyes, I do not want it All, since five years and three Times.

It is one child, one child out of Time, and it saved it All, it saved all my security.

They, who do not touch one flower, one breast, one eye or a second in my Time.

It was worth, all worth I could write in my history without an age of a 1000 Birds.

The confirmation, or information by affirmation could not be wiser or sharper.

One rule of forgivingness would mean the world to me, more than a human truth.

Beasts do belong to beasts and have to be fed in Time by what belongs to them.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 3, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/7890915-i-am-very-right-about-my-right-petra-hermans–#8211

© 2019 Petra Hermans

October 4, 2019. Especially, for you.

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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A mossy scene

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A mossy scene

In the depth of my visualization,

I felt it that way,

as I always, did.

I do not know

who wrote this actually

and that would be the best part

all the Time.

In the depth, in my body

it goes deeper and I could not

go back, in this moment.

It was the best.

But, I do not know, 

who read all the letters

I am writing, now.

It is an author, a girl,

a poet or dreamer.

She has no name, no place

of residence or birth, or character.

I know then, it would last.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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A second aureole

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A second aureole

In a vague, peculiar morning

a star was born.

She has no residence, exactly.

In a vague softened early evening,

a star was born, she who does not understand

her place, her inner entity.

In a deepened ocean, a love of all children,

all countries and all deep eyes, 

has one eye in a circle of a lost, lost way.

The aureole around earth has a safe heart

in her mind. It is not the third time of her life.

It is a light, it was expected

to see more and much less,

I can live by being silent.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10047828-i-was-looking-at-my-left-pulse-and-asked-myself

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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The soft silence light

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The soft silence light

The second morning,

the soft and creamy light

was in my bedroom.

I wondered, why.

The third morning,

a creamy soft light

shone into my living room.

Why, I wonder.

In the next day, I feel it All

around me, a loving feeling,

the way I live all my years.

What a wonder.

It is a wonder, to see light

in the way, it has been given.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10047238-between-all-the-papers-of-my-life-one-whitest-sheet

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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The smallest reflection

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The smallest reflection

In a small town, a small child

grew as wild as she wanted, ever to be.

In a small village, a small woman

had a small dedication, she wanted

to see as one wish.

As a small little child, I have become

who I never had, to be.

In a small silence, letters were taken

away, I knew.

The reflection, I have on every morning,

it is an old version of some minuscule white stones.

Someone, said something to me, 

in the wildest dark.

In a small country, a child changed

her perspectives on life.

She has known her inner love.

In a small day, the little world

opened and her universe is my small word.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : MeisterSinger Neo Quartz, Watch of the World

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The correction of maths

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The correction of maths

I was on my way, I thought, so.

I was in his way, to be supposed,

not regarded as.

Under and within the small tunnel,

between Berkel-Enschot and Tilburg,

16 or 17 years old.

The pair of trousers has become a dress.

I made a mistake.

I cannot rhyme, that the number three

and one, make five, together.

I would rather think, that two and three

come all together as one.

Prince Andrew has moved, here, years ago,

after losing his teeth.

The dog sounds different, these days,

not differently, I say.

I look, at my view, from upstairs, again.

The green fields are now, silver.

I would do that. 

I could change the world, I understood.

She loved me all the way.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Elizabeth McGregor – Het IJskind,

Elizabeth McGregor, Holly Fox, Elizabeth Cooke – The Ice Child,

ISBN 90 5108 455 2

NUGI 301

Voor Kate, die kan zien in het donker

Hoofdstuk 37, pagina 320,

“Als hij alleen achterbleef, was immers alleen Croziers lichaam

nog over? De man die meer dan wie ook als een vader voor hem

was geweest.

‘Gus,’ zei Crozier. ‘Luister goed naar me. Het beenmerg…’

‘Nee, meneer. Nee…’

‘Het beenmerg is het voedzaamst, Gus. Onthou dat goed.

Je moet vooral het beenmerg nemen.’

Gus bedekte zijn gezicht met zijn handen en huilde wanhopig.

Ternauwernood voelde hij Croziers hand op zijn schouder.”

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2784693261

Photograph II : Elizabeth McGregor – Het IJskind (2001)

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