Found this poem on my computer. Wrote it a few years ago.
In fever
I’ve been
a machine
all night
See saw
jig saw words
tumble
& fall
to make an image
as they land
on sand
Truth is that
beauty
never sleeps
alone
Beauty lies
under a cloud
in darkness
rarely seen
Truth and love
live
side by side
with romance
out of sight
While you’re
asleep
we’re awake
& see the dream’s
a joke
We left the
car & caravan
in the
flooding stream
Retuned to
find a
baby on a horse
She looked
at us with
knowing
eyes
we played
our games
online
so lost
we could not find
the tokens
for the
times
Mooi, Walter. Ik hou van poëzie en heb menig gedicht geschreven dus vind het ook verrassend en leuk iets van jou te lezen.
So this is an older poem I understand. I’m always curious how people relate to work they wrote years ago, is it still relevant?
For me some poems are and contain an element of universal timelessness and some are not, but they serve as a beacon of time and memories 🙂
Je nicht,
Lucienne
One of my favorites which I set to music and will post on our and Hugh Masekela’s mutual birthdays in the day Dr. King was assacinated https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/48989