Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 151

Announcement

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Photograph I : Sunrise, every morning, every day, every evening!

Announcement

You do it,

without announcement.

You can do it,

without purpose, or goal.

I’m sure, God is going

to give me, all the Credits.

Sooner, or later,

it will work out,

for my better world!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 9, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Extraordinary

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Photograph I : Fireflies guide me in the dark and are guided.

Extraordinary

It is a mystery.

It is a wonderful profession.

It is extraordinary.

It is a dream.

It is a gift.

It’s my guidance.

These are words, songs and melodies,

a soul that always dreams of fences and backyards,

where children play without borders.

I know

the water,

I know the wind

All of all

was to be known.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 9, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Fireflies are guided by my guidance.

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Dumbo

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Dumbo

Dumbo was thirsty.

A baby boy drinks more, in earlier years,

as usual.

Dumbo had a wish, of being more

because the other Dolphins,

are not (for) real.

When Dumbo waits,

he gets, all, he wanted.

I know, there is no understanding

in the Circus.

A clown joins, more and stronger,

than he laughs.

Anyway, children are coming back,

to my Home, now.

Not for long. Forever.

Petra Hermans

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 9, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Earth, I’ve bought the rights of the photograph

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White and rose

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

White and rose

A white light starts in the night.

Smooth, smoothly, the day brings bright light!

Around my fingers, hands and body

eyes see a new morning, birds sing

and silently, I drink my tea.

In the middle of the night

there is no time

because of my passion for time.

I was dreaming of white mornings in white lights

in a white bedroom, white sheets and white pillows.

My walls are white

but time does not exist because of a white dream.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 8, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : As I promised, once. (Photograph by Petra Hermans, Nuenen)

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All of all

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Photograph I : Michael Andreas Helmut Ende – Die unendliche Geschichte

All of all

It wasn’t me.

I forgot all about, it.

It wasn’t for you.

I never cared.

It did not happen.

I can’t remember.

When I woke, up, this morning

I had a different feeling.

Life, works, Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Michael Andreas Helmut Ende

Die unendliche Geschichte (1979)

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Language

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Photograph I : An impossible balance

Language

Tigers fly across the water

while the surface is not moved for one single moment;

wind is not crossed in my mind.

In earth, nothing is as beautiful

as birds who did not fly, no

they stayed on the ground!

Water is not for drinking.

Last word of words will be written,

by you.

Do not mention or notice

who fell, first;

at least, we both know, you are worth.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 8, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Soil

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Little

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Photograph I : The Neverending Story

Little

The small days are gone.

24 Boys. 11 Girls.

I was, somewhere, in the middle.

The square was clean, we chased

the fat one, with her skinny boy and her girly, away!

I do not ever think, I was distracted, for a moment.

So funny, when I did not stop joking… .

My father’s hair curls.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tiburg,

January 8, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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The book

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The book

In all times

in all ages

in history

the book of love

is a testimony.

In all spirits

all minds

of my soul

the heart beats

more than

a lifetime.

Books, letters,

songs, musicians

have tried

to reach out

to humanity and in the human race.

I know, now,

they all failed.

I’m not sorry,

no, not sorry

about it.

Persistence.

It is a mayor word in our family.

But is not severe or hard in that specific way.

Endurance is a challenge, not by the body.

But silence has been challenged in a higher purpose!

The book is not closed or open by one poet;

she is named.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 7, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Flowers in my garden, photograph by Petra Hermans

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The teacher

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Photograph I : All colours in my eyes

The teacher

Old teachers work with me

on a new way of reality.

New painters dream about

the complete loss of my poetry.

Time does not care about youth,

does it?

Nature gives me time enough

for being more than an author.

I bow for each and every letter

I love

by looking at a million, billion,

hundreds of one bird!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 7, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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