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March 4, 2019

Clock of Clocks

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Clock of Clocks


It is a time of a lifetime.


A small, little girl watched the sound

with her large eyes.

She is still standing.


Two clocks are a concern of her

as a matter of facts,

one clock serves the second clock.


It started before time has been acknowledged

by a human race, that was lost.


The first letter of humanity

is a letter which has not been called,

as one letter.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 4, 2019


https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30233484-voor-een-betere-wereld

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1646389663


https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9101467-grau-ist-dein-sch-ner-mantel-geworden-fuhr-sie-nach-einer


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Photograph II : A small path is not always a simple street (D33.)


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Published on March 04, 2019 00:48

March 3, 2019

Education

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Education

Grace of Honour, January 6, 2019


My first book was a butterfly.

I did not find her in the local library

but in my father’s garden.


There were also, flowers he warned me,

not to touch, outside (of) his garden.


A good researcher makes sure,

she has some pages left, for new butterflies,

even though she doesn’t understand it all.

She is so young, eight years.


I am finishing the last hours with glue, colours,

white pages and I must admit, really do,

it has become a most extraordinary album!


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 4, 2019


https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2396150558

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2395147380


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Published on March 03, 2019 22:41

Decency

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Decency


Language is a way.

Decent manners you cannot learn,

were taught.

I love nature as it is.


I like a writer who creates a zero point in magic.

It is a way of watching, not a way of regarding.

They asked me, the difference.


You forgot to give me an answer.

A difference is between bravery or courage.

It does not exist.


Listen, try to listen when the magic arrives;

I wouldn’t be there, anyway!


I saw, see it on his face.

He walks in silence, next to me

because he doesn’t like to talk that much.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 4, 2019


https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2382424388


https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2388342636

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2387287729


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Published on March 03, 2019 21:52

White veil summer

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White veil summer


I woke up.

I closed my eyes.

I touch the first morning sound.


My body smoothly saw a new day

and my fingers were laughing joy, happiness

and silence in one time after another.


I thought, wondered,

was wondering what kind of dress

I would wear, today.


After that, I took a shower

have my breakfast and walk in the park.

I’m writing these lines in a white veil summer dream.


You look at me.

You see me.

You touch me.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 3, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans


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Published on March 03, 2019 05:12

Far beyond faith

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Far beyond faith


I have not always known, I would become responsible

for all this property, a heritage no one wants to dream, about.


It is what I love, not what I’ve read or written.


Elements of love touch by a twinkle in your heart.

I see simple in a moment

and I do not know

the balance of universal rules.


Small respect is silent empathy.

I do not know why and I am glad

not happy about it.


It’s a simple family, a small body

and a sensitive smile.

A simple touch can change the world.


A second won’t last forever but a split second

counts behind a counter.


Someone is waiting, I forgot the first name;

let the last one not be mentioned.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 3, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans


Photograph II : Boerderij Denissen, Berkel-Enschot, the Netherlands


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Published on March 03, 2019 01:20

Silver fields

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Silver fields


My pen is a light in the dark

but it doesn’t glow.

I never knew, what I wrote,

all these years, all those years.


Sometimes, I read what I’ve written

and I recognize something far away.


Silver is green when green is golden;

red is yellow and blue are colours of Crystal.


Sometimes, has become timeless.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 3, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans


Photograph II : Boerderij Denissen, Berkel-Enschot, the Netherlands


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Published on March 03, 2019 00:07

March 2, 2019

Last dance

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Last dance


Sting – They Dance Alone

The Police – Tea in the Sahara



Culture has all, everything to do,

with unity, if you believe so.


It is not determined by birth. Or skin.

It’s about, all about my face, now.

They know and see it here. Do I.


I did not wonder or ask, exactly.

It’s a feeling.


They were dancing, fast, right and then in the left.

Dancing, fast and together, arms around each other;

I could hear the sound by their feet and toes,

all along standing on the fire, candles of candles.


And then, they stopped.

It started to rain and it became quiet.


A last dance.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 3, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans


Photograph II : Boerderij Denissen, Berkel-Enschot, the Netherlands


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Published on March 02, 2019 23:12

White morning

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White morning


You should feel my letters.

You should have seen his face.


De trein der traagheid, Johan Daisne.

A hammer in my head.

Johan Daisne, De trein der traagheid.

A hammer in my forehead.

You should have seen my face.


Yeah, I did it.

Not by body, or soul.

I’m standing in an unconscious way of levelling.

Yes, his grandchild.


It is in a photograph, two.

The images disappeared, but I can see.


I do not know

who has given me, eyes.

I do not know

who gave me this voice.


I listen, and see.

When you can’t hear,

if I didn’t listen,

he did.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans,

thanks to H. Dirkx, CC, Tilburg,


Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 3, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans


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Published on March 02, 2019 22:25

New moon

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New moon


My hair falls aside, when I write these letters.


He was a teacher, and a coach.

Free lessons, almost every and each week,

between tennis games and socker tales.


My parents didn’t talk, that way,

so much; they didn’t have to.


Another teacher, taught me rules,

just, not, what not to do.

In a classroom, it took us one village

and much more.

Not, that it didn’t matter.


Moments and money.

It was not (so) very important.


I had to explain, the difference

between all of Alls.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Dedicated, especially to,

J. Ooms

J. Simons, Berkel-Enschot,


Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 3, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans


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Published on March 02, 2019 21:50

Late at night

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Late at night


It was eleven o’clock, could possibly be.

After midnight, we were welcome.


I was young and couldn’t hear a sound,

the beginning of my class.

I was younger, religion is not the very same

as water, that’s what I felt


when I was eight, 8 years in the Church.


Novio Magum.

Novio magum.

Long tall doctors.

It has become history.


New Year’s Eve was the best.

Sometimes, when it,

if it’s cold in winter, I signal

to my left ear; that’s all.

Just a little smile… .


Maybe, it was 11.

Or 9.

Maybe, it was, after Midnight.


The babysitter only, only saw

bitter tears around my cheeks.


And then I was asleep.

I called them back.


Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Dr. J.A. Vioen, Berkel-Enschot,


Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

March 3, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans


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Published on March 02, 2019 21:18

The Religion of The Blue Circle

Petra Hermans
Let's talk about life.
Let's talk about love.
Let's write about religion.
And keep quiet in silent silence.

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