I fall, blood drips and

it hurts a lot, so I stuff --


my mouth full of snow.


Ik val, er drupt bloedIch falle, Blut tropft
en het doet pijn, dus prop ik --und es tut weh, ich stopfe --
mijn mond vol met sneeuw.mir Schnee in den Mund.

 Poem H4387
 Amsterdam, 2023-12-21
 Aurora (Björk) - 2001
 Song (album "Vespertine")
 Tribute to: Bjork 
 Collection: Skin-contact 


I hear stone on stone,

a horrible rasping sound:


it is my breathing.


Ik hoor steen op steen,Stein auf Stein, höre
het is een raspend geluid:ich, ein raspelndes Geräusch --
mijn ademhaling.Es ist mein Atem.

 Poem H3276
 Amsterdam, 2022-04-18
 Circe (Madeline Miller) - 2018
 Novel
 Tribute to: Miller, Madeline 
 Collection: Finethreads 


The pain is gone, now,

I tell entangled stories --


aloud to myself.


Nu de pijn weg is,Der Schmerz ist weg, jetzt
vertel ik warverhalen --erzähl ich Quatschgeschichten --
hardop aan mezelf.laut und an mir selbst.

 Poem S1228
 Overberg, 2021-09-05
 Bruno's Dream (Iris Murdoch) - 1969
 Novel
 Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 Collection: Unspoken 


Zywa Mojo

Pain is a border post
sometimes a fence, sometimes a wall
against which I sometimes lean

fearing for my life
I can only sing
for myself, not to drown

in blues, raise my voice
and keep dancing
while I'm not dead

I rather sweat and stink
of misery than do nothing
and long and sigh

sadly, looking around for light days
without pain, the border crossed
or pulled down by my Mojo

 Poem 2717
 Amsterdam, 2020-02-22
 Mojo, Funk, Saudade
 Collection: Bruises 

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