You still live in your

body, yet I no longer --


find you at home there.


Jouw oude lichaamDu bewohnst immer
bewoon je nog, en toch tref --noch deinen Körper, dennoch --
ik je niet meer thuis.bist du nicht mehr da.

 Poem S2118
 Amsterdam, 2024-02-08
 Nurse (Ed Leeflang) - 1981
 Poem "Oppas" (collection "Bewoond als ik ben")
 Tribute to: Leeflang, Ed 
 Collection: MistI 


My son says his name.

It confuses me, it's not --


the name we gave him.


Mijn zoon stelt zich voor.Mein Sohn stellt sich vor.
Met een heel andere naam --Diesen Namen haben wir --
dan wij hem gaven.ihm nicht gegeben!

 Poem S1892
 Amsterdam, 2023-08-28
 The Ageing (Freek de Jonge) - 2004
 Performance "De vergrijzing", #6 of the series "The ageing"
 Tribute to: De Jonge, Freek 
 Collection: MistI 


Where do I end up?

Didn't I steer well or am I --


being pushed away?


Waar kom ik terecht?Wo lande ich nun?
Heb ik niet goed gestuurd of --Habe ich falsch gesteuert?
word ik weggeduwd?Schiebt mich jemand weg?

 Poem H4087
 Amsterdam, 2023-08-28
 The Ageing (Freek de Jonge) - 2004
 Performance "De vergrijzing", #6 of the series "The ageing"
 Tribute to: De Jonge, Freek 
 Collection: MistI 


What keeps me awake

is something I want to know --


and have forgotten.


Wat mij wakker houdtMich hält etwas wach,
is iets wat ik wil weten --was ich wissen möchte und --
en ben vergeten.vergessen habe.

 Poem S1681
 Amsterdam, 2023-02-17
 The leftist is the saddest (Lies Van Gasse) - 2008
 Poem "De linkse is de droefste" (collection "Hetzelfde gedicht steeds weer")
 Tribute to: Van Gasse, Lies 
 Collection: MistI 


I like to think I'm

alone all morning, drowning --


in a sea of tea.


Ik denk graag 's ochtendsIch denke gerne,
alleen te zijn, verdrinkend --dass ich morgens allein bin --
in een zee van thee.ertrinkend im Tee.

 Poem S1682
 Amsterdam, 2023-02-17
 The leftist is the saddest (Lies Van Gasse) - 2008
 Poem "De linkse is de droefste" (collection "Hetzelfde gedicht steeds weer")
 Tribute to: Van Gasse, Lies 
 Collection: MistI 


Our life together,

our story, our connection --


but a vague feeling.


Ons leven samen,Ach, unser Leben,
ons verhaal, onze band --unsere Geschichte, noch --
een vaag gevoel nog.ein vages Gefühl.

 Poem S1326
 Amsterdam, 2022-01-31
 Collection: The Yellow House Museum 


Mum's dementia:

some visits are fine, they are --


never easy though.


Dementie: mamaDemenz: der Besuch
bezoeken valt wel eens mee --bei Mutti geht manchmal gut --
maar altijd tegen.ist aber nie leicht.

 Poem S1073
 Amsterdam, 2020-10-26
 Pit with rats (Marcel van Roosmalen) - 2020
 Column "Kuil met ratten" in nrc.next
 Tribute to: Van Roosmalen, Marcel 
 Collection: Moist glow 


Dementia: rats

gnaw your head empty, softly --


their fur is itchy.


Dementie: rattenDemenz: Hausratten
knagen je hoofd leeg, heel zacht --nagen deinen Kopf leer, sanft --
jeuken hun vachten.jucken die Felle.

 Poem S1074
 Amsterdam, 2020-10-26
 Pit with rats (Marcel van Roosmalen) - 2020
 Column "Kuil met ratten" in nrc.next
 Tribute to: Van Roosmalen, Marcel 
 Collection: Moist glow 


Zywa Don't know anymore

I'm an open book, sentence by sentence
lifelong, but who is reading it?
I have a husband or had one
I don't know, but he disappeared

I've been good to him
after all, I miss him most of all
what treasure came in his way
so dazzling that he forgot me?

It's empty here, if only I had someone
suitors aspiring to my hand
the winner gets except me
this house and the staff with it

     The sisters take good care
     as long as you play solitaire
     and rud rud ruddle
     rides the king through the puddle

     walking the dogs
     the girls on clogs
     and straight straight straight
     rides the king through the gate

     and lurch lurch lurch
     rides the king through the church
     now one two three
     I don't know anymore

 Poem 1191
 Amsterdam, 2017-03-11
 In memory of Riet O at the end of her life
 Dedicated to: Riet O 
 Collection: Webgarden 


Zywa Swing

Look

my hands
they should do something
but I don't know what

nobody needs me
boring days, empty hands
leaves in the wind

and sand
I'm watching the sand
look

a photo
lace curtains on the windows
and a shadow behind it

Mama, you know
It's you
look, our house, the large house

with the garden, the arbour
where daddy had coffee and was
writing, look, here

and there are you, reading
on the swing, just like now
in the rocking chair

but you don't read anymore
you watch
TV, that's all

 Poem 1185
 Amsterdam, 2017-03-10
 Collection: Pending rain 


Zywa Thinking shame

You, because you are here
you must know me
help me

You see, I am disconcerted
all sorts of things
do not fit

I have no drive, no fancy
I have hair on my chin
and spots on my shirt

There is buzz, there are
tiring odds and ends
my body is broken

I dream fragments
I have no overview
help me

 Poem 228
 Amsterdam, 2014-04-14
 Dedicated to: Riet O 
 Collection: Pending rain 

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