Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 9

My lovely child

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

My lovely child

All along the way

another way, was in my middle

exception, every day.

At first, I did not see or understand,

all the corridors.

I learned to walk out there

in children and fields.

Two meadows were one story

of sheep; so was told, a stranger… .

In the morning of a day, in the blue foggy

fields, I saw another strange tale,

I noticed without a view, from within

the other houses.

One sheep did not last, longer than 2 weeks

and I saw, a dark, black sheep.

It was not part of sheep, common space

of air, nor was it about the fog, above it All.

I wondered.

I decided, not to look, any more.

Then, I understood the third room.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 11, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10055378-precisely-five-years-are-not-the-same-as-longer-than

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10055455-you-cannot-change-all-the-fingerprints-i-left-on-the

Photograph II : Cover photo of my first novel of poems “For a better world”

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One timeless dictionary

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

One timeless dictionary

Three years, were left in my past time.

I saw, how it all had to change,

as I heard, it.

The water was not clean, even though,

they said, so.

A time was forgotten, to feed the sheep,

because of criticism.

I saw it all, from a distance,

I wondered why.

Late at night, the third time

had taken place, as usual;

sometimes a fourth forgotten time.

People can move, are moved

by feelings.

I wondered, how.

All along the next day,

a turtle did not make me rhyme

a vision of clearity.

It is all about acceptance,

within a flower.

The element of time

has been symbolized, however,

by a hedgehog.

In the early evening, I saw 

the small shelter of it All.

Of a distance, it has taken place

in a place, unknown.

The name was not forgotten in Time.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 10, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10055229-a-late-evening-i-walk-my-streets-and-see-what

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10055302-one-flower-opened-by-light-light-only-and-and-she-shrank

Photograph II : The Icy Crystal Blue Ball

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The smallest stairs

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The smallest stairs

I am a member of a team,

without members.

A bridge usually brings

us, together.

Last night, I had something

special in my eye.

Under one tree, an illuminated light

showed the rain of all forests

while a new colourful light

showed me, new leaves of autumn,

lost and sheltered. So beautiful.

I do not balance, or walk over here,

it is what I like most, because time

cannot be replaced, in my soul.

One message has to be guided,

longer than I can see

because the bridge will colapse,

one day.

It is the day you bring me,

back Home!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 10, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10054938-in-the-smallest-bridge-a-balance-does-not-exist-because

Photograph II : My Ice Crystal and Blue Ball, of yesterday, November 9, 2019

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If I had the time

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

If I had the time

I would not say, I could so.

I should not say, it would All, be,

under and in my soul.

If I shall say, the present went back

into a lost, lost past.

It is what I love, without even

knowing, it.

If I, could have said, the future

will not be changed, ever, would

that be right, then?

I have done, this job, so far,

with all my dedication towards

one child, that was how it was meant.

A long journey, I was prepared for,

day by day, slowly, to master time.

I cannot say, I am lucky,

it was some example, he gave me,

all of his life.

If I, ever had the time, I wished

it would last.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 9, 2019

 

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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A dozen times

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A dozen times

I cannot tell.

The counter broke

all of a sudden,

the strongest light.

In language, my accent writes

it down but I am convinced,

you see, a silence promises a night.

It is not written in my books, no,

someone deep inside of me, loves it.

All of my life, all of and in my time,

I actually learned that one and two

do not count, as three.

Especially, in that narrow path,

I look in your eyes.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 9, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10054743-i-take-a-sip-of-my-tea-it-stands-on

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10054773-late-at-night-a-small-narrow-path-travels-through-all

Photograph II : My Ice Crystal and Blue Ball

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A white pale colour

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A white pale colour

It was silent that night.

She came through the light.

Someone touches her inner sight.

In all darkness, no light was chosen,

no love comforted by two hands.

In all darkness, a colour stays alive.

By bright flight she would go, she left

already by early morning, for the next day

was too late.

I guess, I am not sure, the town

is a village now.

But, all I can tell you all,

there were 15 up to 20 minutes in my life.

I walked through it.

I felt it all, he loved me.

All pieces wer torn apart,

under the floor I know water

is left behind the houses

and children play in my fields.

Late at night, the rabbits turned

their heads towards me, 

it was so funny, believe me.

I guess, yes, it would be enough,

more than enough.

One signal pronounces the daylight!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 9, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10054675-the-table-is-empty-there-are-no-guests-no-chairs

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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In the same rhythm

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In the same rhythm

I opened the door in one hand,

one minute of a second.

In the way, I turn my back,

it is how I turn the head.

I knew, it was, only just,

an old room.

Old dust breathes a new language.

It is a language unspoken.

Always.

I may say, nevertheless,

I love to end a room, disclosed.

You see it a view, without a vision.

Eyes closed, always.

It is, how he taught me to dance,

in a new schedule.

There is no day, of freedom,

I would like to reassure.

It is the most beautiful silence

of the day, to close a pair, and knowing,

I always have to know, the work is done.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 8, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10053567-i-had-a-story-to-win-or-lose-it-would

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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A New Year’s Eve

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A New Year’s Eve

My grandparents had a lot

of Christmas decorations.

The tree is not the first or last station.

I had one decoration in mind,

blue with stars.

Al and omega, the year,

I have been looking forward.

We had paintings, with the whole family,

a golden day, in my present bedroom.

I never, ever, no I did not, honest,

watched it, once.

We have cup of teas, old porcelain

and Crystal glasses.

We have statues and stories,

a promise has been given, away.

Deep in the night, he gave me

his golden Dove, an award,

to bring them Home, all.

It is on my suit.

On the left shoulder.

He stumbled, my stairs, that night,

could I hear, not see it.

Michal.

I have been writing the difference of one letter.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 8, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9282714-14-jaar-cobbenhagen-college-1-zolderkamer-de-rode-lijn-van

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10053323-some-say-you-cannot-hear-him-when-he-cries

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10053325-my-collection-of-books-has-no-books

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10053334-at-night-i-look-from-outside-at-my-corridor-there

Otfried Preußler – Meester van de Zwarte Molen (Krabat)

© 1971 Arena- Verlag Georg Pupp, Würzburg/

K. Thienemanns Verlag, Stuttgart

© Lemniscaat b.v. Rotterdam 1972, 2005

ISBN 978 90 6069 128 1

Veerentwintigste druk, 2011

Het Tweede Jaar, Hoofdstuk 21, Aan het einde van de rij, pagina 139;

“Op nieuwjaarsmorgen vonden ze Michal. Hij lag op de grond

in de meelkamer; de dwarsbalk van de weegschaal was uit de zolderkamer

komen vallen en had zijn nek gebroken. Ze legden hem op een plank en brachten

hem naar de knechtenkamer. Daar namen ze afscheid van hem.

Juro maakte hem gereed, trok zijn kleren uit, waste hem en legde

hem in de doodskist, met een bundeltje stro in zijn nek.

Die middag droegen ze hem naar de ‘woestenij’ en lieten de kist

zakken in de groeve aan het uiterste einde van de rij, bij de bosrand.

Ze begroeven hem haastig; geen ogenblik langer dan nodig was bleven

de jongens bij zijn graf.

Merten bleef als enige achter.”

Counting Crows – Films About Ghosts: The Best of.. (2003),

Holiday in Spain,

© 2004 Geffen Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.

Photograph II : Counting Crows – Films About Ghosts, Holiday in Spain

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Back in his garden

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Back in his garden

All the time,

he waited for me, there.

He had food, a meadow

and flowers.

The field was silver.

He waited for me, that day.

A day, of a new morning.

All days are the same in his eyes.

I have always been the same in his garden.

Back in his garden, no past, no present

or future will change your way.

I tried to travel a letter in a number

and back, back in his garden!

He smiled at me, he smiles with me the moment,

I look for him, the very wrong room!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 8, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : May 2016 – June 2018, two pairs of earrings at Nuenen

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Snowcookies

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Snowcookies

You try, you have to try,

to imagine how it is like,

to lose all of your body temperature,

faster than the fastest light.

In my youth, I had those simple board games,

I shared with my friends, you could hardly see

all the colours in ordinary daylight.

We played, our games on my streets;

hands, arms and knees strangled in one Tree.

She tried to be faster, she did.

And looked back.

I had, too many friends of too much.

They accepted me, and like me, for who I am.

It is a great luck, I had simple puzzles,

too hard to understand.

I remembered, two days before the day

of yesterday & tomorrow.

I cannot think all of a sudden

by the recipe of snowcookies.

Everything here, is ordered

very well & clean, it has to, otherwise,

I am not able to work, strictly.

Snowcookies do not ask, sugar.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 8, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10053218-in-my-family-we-never-talked-no-one-listened-he

Photograph II : Mega Mindy is definitely the winner of today!

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