Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 141

White stick

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

White stick

It was made of wood and steel.

In the middle of the night, a wizard had his fire.

In the first daylight, the bowl was empty.

She had her stick, since her first birthday.

It is her white stick and has a family name.

But there are no watermarks, on it, no label

of eternity.

A time, was between all times.

She had a teacher.

She knew her coach.

In the meantime, a cloud changed the old, wise owl.

Wizards know they were mastered.

For the time being, all colours were

and are mixed, more than white ever could be

and could have been, become to be.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 30, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : St. Willibrord Church, Berkel-Enschot, the Netherlands

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Morning light

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Photograph I : Petra Hermans thinks Romeo and Juliet is a piece of cake

Morning light

A touch,

first touch

in the first morning light.

A left hand,

beside the sheets,

my other hand

in my hair

on the pillow.

I knew then,

it was alright.

A smell, of air

a deep breath

in the dark,

while I saw

a sound

did not move

the other night.

It was all so simple, conform nature

and I knew then, that I never knew

it could be in a different way!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 30, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Heritage

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Heritage

Silently, I walked along the books

in my rooms.

A library has taken away,

blue breaths upon a rose sky.

Soft and quiet, I see the pages

that turned into old cahiers.

A dust comes down,

I try to blow, it away.

A silence lives between the hopes and dreams

of my knowledge.

Wisdom has not been written by 1 letter.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 30, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The admiration for my mathematics is enormous.

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Touch you

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Touch you

I was late that night.

They left me, in the school, there.

I liked it, to run and walk

in the corridors, while other students

were playing, at home.

I looked at the birds and other pieces of art,

they’ve been cherished.

Some light shined a light, then.

9 Years.

It would be a light that shone

already her intention.

I looked in my classrooms.

It was all, so silent.

They trusted, me.

A moment passed and I knew

that I wasn’t there in a coincidence.

Outside, a new Sun next to my door

opened a half blue sky.

Do not say,

I ever forgot, it.

I was just small and little, anyway!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 30, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Berkel-Enschot, Boerderij Denissen

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A thousand years

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Photograph I : Falkor, Luck Dragon in the Neverending Story (1979)

A thousand years

Five years are

a 1000 years.

One year is the same

as a letter.

Someone is interested in you.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

Berkel-Enschot, Novio Magum

January 30, 2019

Michael Andreas Helmut Ende – Die unendliche Geschichte

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Air of wind

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Air of wind

I have got

an air of wind

around me.

I have got

an air of wind

hanging over me.

The air of wind

is there, since

I was born.

It is easy

when the wind

comes in and out.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 29, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : We had softball games on Friday, an hour and a half!

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Audience

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Audience

I cried that day, twice.

Three times, I believe in my faith.

I cried that day, once.

Two times, I dream my story of stories!

I cry, because of great happiness,

every day in my life!

I am more than one dream,

by silence it would be preserved,

a next generation.

I smile, silently and softly

my name rocks an eternal and universal idea!

On the signs of time, I gave you a new story,

on the statement of a temple,

I could not believe in

because it is too beautiful.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Berkel-Enschot, Tobias Asserlaan, Pieter Zeemanlaan

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They play music

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Photograph I : The Netherlands, Berkel-Enschot, Boerderij Denissen

They play music

I was standing

with my uncle, grandfather and mother.

The whole neighbourhood showed up,

all of a sudden!

We had flowers, music and years.

Firm and severe, he wears his suit,

with a golden globe.

I do not know, who made this story,

I am sure

it should have been

a family member…

I was his grandchild.

I am, because he looked into my eyes.

A difference in age

is not

that important.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : My neighbourhood showed up all of a sudden!

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Wonder dust

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Photograph I : Picture has been made by Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Wonder dust

Wonder dust has been described as magic powder

in fairytales.

People, adult children, think to change thoughts

by blowing this golden, sparkling glow

on someone’s face!

However, a fairytale is broken

by the best white magician.

She understands the deep spirituality

of angels, fairies and wizards

to make the greatest story of all times.

Wonder dust is a part of sand in Sahara’s Blizzard

in which, or where the Sun will not breathe, again!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : A white owl and a brown owl in my window of love

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Beaune

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Photograph I : Berkel-Enschot, my native villlage, Boerderij Denissen

Beaune

All day long,

we were driving

in comfortable temperatures of France.

Every year, we stopped

almost in the middle of our road, and way.

It was the highlight in our vacancy… …

I remember, all fresh, warm vacations

when we arrived but not finished, the sun.

The two paysans, not farmers on the rural field,

waited endlessly. We were expected, each year!!

At the time, we had a place

something, just something happened..

We had a talk, by old coins

for lemonade and ice cream, lemon taste,

soft and sweet, a bit creamy.

I was the one, complete topless in these days

and yellow-brown short cut hairs, who drove

away, chickens and rooster by the river.

In the night, I definitely was lucky

during one hour and a half

solving the puzzles in my book!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Amy Macdonald – A Curious Thing (Your Time Will Come)

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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