Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 20
October 11, 2019
Crystal darkness
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Crystal darkness
A lot of cars
made me prolong
the way in darkness.
By, darkness, I came.
A lot of sounds, told me
about the begin, without an end.
Clothes do not protect, in the rain,
without a poem or two.
Music would bring a difference,
certainly, should you tell me, then,
how it would be all, past times!
Two rooms for three of a kind.
A child cried, long time ago,
it did not look into my eyes,
ever, again.
Thou shall not,
thou will not.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 12, 2019
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Photograph II : Crystal is
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My vast ritual
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
My vast ritual
In the morning, he wakes
he woke up,
awoken as can be.
His clothes are no longer, There.
Books are read, written and forgotten
in an old harmony, you might tell me.
The food, tea and water
are an invention of Time,
time will not be understood.
Slowly, he looks at his watch.
It is passed Ten.
Too late, to start all, over.
She lays down her pair of glasses,
in the evening.
Then, after the last cup of the coldest tea,
I sleep an hour, perhaps two or three.
As long as you hold my sight,
I love you, all the way,
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 12, 2019
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9783898-is-it-normalcy-to-stand-and-believe-for-and-because
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Photograph II : J.R.R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings
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An incredible silence
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
An incredible silence
At that moment,
the moment just arrived.
I was busy
doing nothing.
She obvious waited.
On that moment, the woman
behind my counter was not, over There.
She did not, even, look, at me.
The very second, I tried,
to watch my woman, she
did not, even watch me.
All the people around us,
noticed and by that way,
faded in my fog.
I watched her, another time,
of Times.
She holds back her purse,
no one could have seen, it
the way I do.
I think, I guess,
a timeless second of two,
or three minutes
never belonged to our Calendar.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 12, 2019
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Photograph II : J.R.R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings, Love is in the Air
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The hardest puzzle
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
The hardest puzzle
He stands, behind his window.
He, who does not say a word.
I write, in the name
of my grandfather.
That’s why I write.
He longs to look, at me,
every day, each night,
in his window.
He, who is not worth,
to look in his eye.
As I bow
over every minute
of my story,
hmmm
I would rather
not wish, for.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 12, 2019
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Photograph II : The rights of the photograph were bought by my whitest counter
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October 8, 2019
The morning beam
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Photograph I : A silver beige coat bears my extraordinary profession
The morning beam
I always had these smile eyes
that were wondering
at every small element around me.
I always thought,
it was so beautiful
to watch and look
and have in mind, what is inside.
The element of life
can be guarded
by courage, by fast emotions
and firm spirituality.
I can say
you would forget,
one element
in all life in my eyes.
It is a piece of light,
it cannot be defined, exactly,
by nature or maths.
The Crystal Ball brings a light,
a new poem of all silent books
in my morning.
It is in those small tiny eyes,
Crystal is.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 9, 2019
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Photograph II : Crystal, is.
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October 7, 2019
The lost heart
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
The lost heart
He was looking for a book,
to buy another new story.
Another story, that’s what
he thought but never had
it in mind.
He looked all over the place,
on earth, in our universe
beyond a lost, lost sky.
He walked in a lost age,
across all rivers Path,
to lose more than his fingers
could give, in a lost heart.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 8, 2019
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9617510-a-trembling-flower-is-not-a-trembling-heart-a-poet
© 2019 Petra Hermans
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9238674-roots-were-not-made-by-my-soul-spirit-and-body
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9234117-one-message-is-enough-a-number-is-a-letter-whenever
Photograph II : Michael Ende – Ophelias Schattentheater
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In my Time
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
In my Time
It has been described
in all ways of the world.
It has been overthought
and feared by the religion of fear.
But, in my silence
it was All, trusted.
Yesterday evening,
it was silent.
The other side of the Great River,
acknowledged, they too, had been silenced.
In my time,
I feel it in how I apply.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 8, 2019
© 2019 Petra Hermans
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9230672-grace-and-glory-will-raise-above-all
Michael Ende – Ophelias Schattentheater
Friedrich Hechelmann
Copyright © 1988 by K. Thienemanns Verlag, Stuttgart-Wien
Copyright © Nederlandse vertaling
A.W. Sijthoff’s Uitgeverij Maatschappij bv, Amsterdam 1988
Photograph II : Michael Ende – Ophelias Schattentheater
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On the left river
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
On the left river
I sit, at the left side
of the riverbank.
I do not tolerate, anyone.
I do not listen
to one letter of future.
I sat, at the right side,
of the riverbank.
The water has no colour,
no life or love.
It is there.
I have been, above the water.
I am on the left, my specialized
one second, I am
that I will not make autumn leaves,
fall any higher
than the water takes
care of a new beam
while I sit
on the left arm
I love peace, silence
and harmony.
Forever.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 7, 2019
© 2019 Petra Hermans
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10003012-in-the-shelter-of-my-silver-beige-coat-i-saw
Michael Ende – Ophelias Schattentheater
Friedrich Hechelmann
Copyright © 1988 by K. Thienemanns Verlag, Stuttgart-Wien
Copyright © Nederlandse vertaling
A.W. Sijthoff’s Uitgeverij Maatschappij bv, Amsterdam 1988
Photograph II : Michael Ende – Ophelia’s Schimmentheater
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Three silver coins
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Three silver coins
On the left, I have been left,
alone, lonely and all Alone.
On the right, the right stone
touched another coin, silver and white
dark as the darkest lightest bright Knight.
In the middle, no left and no right
will remain as you have already understood,
it is in these hands, no Hands of Heaven
have been known, I can assure you more than
ever that I do, do love all these coins.
In Time, a new coin will persist all times of laughter
as you see and as you know, it was all given by three Hands.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 7, 2019
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9074279-safety-and-security-are-all-mine-my-life-my-love
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9098958-dezelfde-elementen-op-een-andere-tijd-waren-nimmer-eenduidig
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Michael Ende – Ophelias Schattentheater
Friedrich Hechelmann
Copyright © 1988 by K. Thienemanns Verlag, Stuttgart-Wien
Copyright © Nederlandse vertaling
A.W. Sijthoff’s Uitgeverij Maatschappij bv, Amsterdam 1988
“Het ergste was het, als de schimmen ruzie gingen maken
en vochten om de beste plaats. In zulke nachten kon de kleine oude
Juffrouw Ophelia niet slapen. Dan lag ze met open ogen in bed
en vroeg met haar zachte stem aan de schimmen of ze zich een beetje
rustig wilden houden. Maar dat hielp niet veel.
Juffrouw Ophelia hield niet van ruzie of strijd, behalve als die
in de taal van de grote schrijvers op het toneel werd uitgevochten.
Dan was het iets anders. En daardoor kwam ze op een dag op een heel
nieuw idee. ‘Luister eens,’ zei ze tegen de schimmen,’ als jullie bij mij
willen blijven, moeten jullie wel iets leren.’
De schimmen hielden op met ruzie maken en keken haar uit alle hoeken
van de kleine kamer nieuwsgierig aan.
Toen zei ze hun de woorden van de grote schrijvers voor, die ze allemaal
uit haar hoofd kende. Ze herhaalde de meeste zinnen nog eens langzaam
en vroeg aan de schimmen of ze die na wilden zeggen. De schimmen deden
verschrikkelijk hun best en leerden heel vlug.
Zo leerden ze één voor één van de kleine oude Juffrouw Ophelia
alle grote blijspelen en treurspelen van de wereld.”
Photograph II : Michael Ende – Ophelia’s Schimmentheater
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The two hands
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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
The two hands
At night, late at night
I, suddenly, and accidently,
look at my two hands.
It all changed.
The body bears another language,
lately in my days.
The mind is an expression of the lost
and last heart out of time.
The right one, at the left side
has seen more than you all would
have loved to see.
Any way.
On the left, my left side,
two hands have been changing
a whole human race
by waving to all deep oceans.
You see, I learned to talk right,
think left but my one left hand,
it really made a particular sound,
no one ever heard.
One day is glittering,
like white, silver coins in it.
The Time has been taken away, forever,
and All that you all hear,
is a twinkling tiny letter.
Tomorrow will surely bring you,
another author.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
October 7, 2019
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9097593-aber-das-ist-eine-andere-geschichte-und-soll-ein-andermal
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1639822624
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Michael Ende – Ophelias Schattentheater
Friedrich Hechelmann
Copyright © 1988 by K. Thienemanns Verlag, Stuttgart-Wien
Copyright © Nederlandse vertaling
A.W. Sijthoff’s Uitgeverijmaatschappij bv, Amsterdam 1988
‘Zo,’ zei Juffrouw Ophelia, ‘en is dat niet naar, om bij niemand
te horen?’
‘Zeer verdrietig,’ verzekerde de schim haar en zuchtte zacht.
‘Maar wat kun je er aan doen?’
‘Wil je bij mij komen?’ vroeg de oude juffrouw. ‘Ik heb ook niemand
bij wie ik hoor.’
‘Graag,’ antwoordde de schim, ‘dat zou geweldig zijn. Maar ik moet
dan wel aan u vastgroeien en u hebt al een eigen schim.’
‘Jullie zullen het best met elkaar kunnen vinden,’ zei Juffrouw Ophelia.
Haar eigen schim knikte.”
Photograph II : Michael Ende – Ophelia’s Schimmentheater
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The Religion of The Blue Circle
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