Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 153

Dusty television

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Dusty television

Last year, last month, I found out

the television was covered, by dust.

I’ve got a golden toilet brush.

I always admired the pestilence.

I invited my painter in my home.

He made a hole for the neighbours.

In the old days, people knew

how to deal with the new age.

A lot of candles are in my house.

It started by one and I control the water

because fire is not made by 5 letters.

One movie shines along all the dust on my television.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 5, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Quote by Baron de Montesquieu

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My fine chin

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

My fine chin

It is a word. Patience.

When I see, you all, falling a million times a day

I cannot compete, all the way.

It is a white rabbit.

I’ve got an heritage, you won’t dream of.

My hands are no property, anyway.

I had a teacher. He returned me, number 4, for poetry.

My body is sensitive, the spirit is smooth

and the soul is happy.

History has been written but not by the last

letter of humanity.

He’s watching, you’d better be careful.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 5, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Hermans

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An old order

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

An old order

It’s my tea in the morning.

My papers in the afternoon.

The numbers of the evening.

One silence in a night.

I learned to read and write

because the alphabet starts by Q.

Don’t think, I am lucky.

It is in the clouds beyond the grass.

I was good in a new order of small

and little stones. But a story will

not tell a mystery, like that old area.

It’s just, that I was lost, in that night.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 5, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

(1892-1973)

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Snowflakes

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Photograph I : Petra Hermans

Snowflakes

Music. That’s how, they called it.

I got sick in my stomach.

White corridors in my youth, 9 to 11 years,

and paintings on the wall, I can’t remember.

I looked at the winter snowflakes

in January and December.

Eggs were lost, there, but I found, them.

Crystal and Sun give a beautiful Sunlight.

Snowflakes and frost flowers are a testimony.

It is not a dream.

I say, words do not come, easily, lately.

Music is all that I write.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 5, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Eureka!

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Eureka!

Poor farmers, that’s what

they were; intelligence and civilisation

did not exist within their education.

My grandfather, the other one, knew

where the sun starts the day

and when dark clouds come, half a day, before.

He takes care of all the animals, the trees

and new birds, my grandfather.

He is not so stupid, as I thought.

My grandfather, the other one, taught

me all about the water.

A clock ticks in his Home. Brown with green numbers.

I saw the dark and silence of his woods.

But I am faster than his light.

He plays his violin, now, I hope, you can’t hear.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : MeisterSinger Neo Quartz

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Going down

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Going down

I am able to change two seconds in one second.

Nothing special.

For what has been broken,

broke once.

I am able to listen to energy

without words,

one frequency within the wings

of a writer.

For what has been lost,

was lost, twice.

The sun goes down in the east, and rises

North.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Michael

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Photograph I : Michael Andreas Helmut Ende

Michael

A name

was pronounced

in silence

of days.

Hours were

minutes of youth.

Seconds are 100

and 1000 is love.

Music became

more than silence.

It’s just that

I did not know, why.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

KEANE – Hopes and Fears (This Is The Last Time)

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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It’s easy

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

It’s easy

A long time ago,

I felt more than human feelings.

It’s not easy

to be ordinary

between high souls

and human spirits.

I knew, what I know, now.

It means, it is easy to care.

It means, I meant what I said, once.

My grandfather never talked

about the love towards his family.

I guide white light while I am guided

beyond clouds and above eagles

in heaven.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892-1973)

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Higher than Time

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Higher than Time

That’s what I did.

They’ve asked me, my family members.

I did, what was expected.

I never knew that simplicity

could and can be so strong.

When I was away, I was still, there.

I see my people every day.

There were a lot of men.

There were a lot of women too.

I was doing my job.

At first, roots were made in woods.

Woods have no mystery, no more.

If you ever ask me a question,

I reject it, with my left hand, down,

on the right.

One question was asked.

That’s what I did. Tears.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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Number 1

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Photograph One : The Luck Dragon Falkor in The Neverending Story

Number 1

She was There, in the corner

on a small chair.

I entered the building and the officer

behind the counter, was not, there.

She asked, me, where I came for.

Then, she confirmed my reason, in almost two

maybe, 5 minutes.

The officer arrived and tried to show me respect.

A young man and woman stood, laughing, and waiting

to help me … .

My ID Card died, in an hour, how sorry.

Nervous people start to sweat under their clothes.

I left a report, accidently.

My memory is not that good, I say,

accidentally.

I was tired that evening.

Some of them, saw it.

Two years, would follow

but I took my bicycle.

One flame, one bag, one passport.

A man can loose it, all.

But a man, can lose, it All.

It was dark, cold but the silver fields

became more than silver!

Number 1.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Tilburg, January 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph Two : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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