Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 138

A silver chair

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A silver chair

A story has been told

in the middle.

I will not ask, a chair.

It breathes inside of me,

as I already

have left the last image.

Simplicity has one word

but I can’t remember

the first human being, who tried

to memorize, all of it.

When it All comes together

do not let me be

the last and first,

to be in silence.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

Berkel-Enschot,

February 5, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Crossroads never change (Durendaelweg, Vlierakkerweg)

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My natural look

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

My natural look

I have a neutral way

of looking

at my world.

Since my younger years,

I wear a neutral dress.

It is not a choice.

It is not a mission.

It fits because a neutral, peaceful

way of living is

what I love most,

more than

I could have wished for!



Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : A specific detail in a photograph of sunshine and trees

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Summer breeze

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Summer breeze

Under the trees

a gate of trees

a summer breeze

breathes along your body,

mind and soul.

In the night, it’s cooler

than you ever thought,

a wind, wind of air,

could possibly be.

A silence mastered me, then

I finally saw,

what I had to see

outside a vision.

It’s the eye of a woman,

she will not be surrendered

by love, life or dedication.

She, who does not speak

by silence, grace or gratitude.

She feels the summer breeze

because she is the wind in your air!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, February 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : My favourite butterfly, Vanessa atalanta

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The white age

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The white age

I have been at the white age.

Nowadays, I am silent, and quiet.

All the places, I’ve seen,

there was a child within a body

she would be.

I have a passion for time,

since I’ve become 44 years.

At night, my pair of glasses is my profession.

In the afternoon, tea comes to dinner.

A sky listens in the skies

of an old dictionary.

The label turned old

but the colour shines.

I know, it’s not clever or smart

to give in to wisdom

but I have the watch.

When I go out, I am quiet,

almost silent, do not, ask me why.

I’ve been at the white age.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : I did my reading of old books.

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Where angels fly

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Where angels fly

I had

that special gift.

It’s a feast

but not a party.

It is a book

I do not close.

Where people live,

dreams of lights were happiness.

A point has been pointed.

I love my fingertips.

All of them, not even 10

but 12.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Three angels within a candle, by Petra Hermans

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Numbers

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Numbers

A silence fell.

The roof of my 14 years had left

her vision across the sounds of the water.

I did my reading of old books.

One word, I could not translate.

A silence fell.

I looked and watched

my inner love and the trees.

I always knew, I was lucky, very lucky.

He believes in his confirmation.

I have a special look in my eyes,

I was born.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Just before dawn, there is always a minute

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Corridor

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Corridor

A two level field is no one field.

A doctor of, I say, two pounds more than

my body of soul, needs a 100 Times.

You say, we were left, behind.

They were chasing each other, out of the corridor.

When people watch me, I do not say

I am fast; I have already said it.

A corridor has been waiting for the students

but it was his last class.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 3, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Glue

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Glue

She had a bicycle, not a bike

and she had the habit to come, from another village.

My teacher had a lot of children

but no kids, at Home.

At Friday, we made arts.

Art of Arts.

In the evening, he corrected my bottles.

She tried, to impress me.

She did not.

It has been, 40 years ago, before yesterday!

At home, I tried to figure out

how I could, ever, ever ever, change

the  basement in a base.

She has no value in my world.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 3, 2019

Enya – Paint the Sky with Stars

Only if…

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Oracle

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Oracle

It is a miracle.

It is music.

It was a wonder

that took place

within a wonder.

An oracle is an old word.

An oracle was a very old word.

If you ever wondered

why snow looks so beautiful in June,

it’s because blossoms do not fall.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 3, 2019

Enya – Paint the Sky with Stars

Book of Days

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Berkel-Enschot, St. Willibrord Church, Mary’s chapel

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Sensitive star

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Sensitive star

I changed the time,

modern times

by writing a guidance.

Changes do come

with a purpose

no one can see.

Time is time

timeless

loving, you.

One letter remains

and stands in front

of all the stars.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

February 2, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Very fine white flowers, photograph by Petra Hermans

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