I sit in a mood of reverie.
I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations:
things half-glimpsed,
faces or lines, certain indistinct memories
of unfulfilled love affairs.
Let me submit to Art:
Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty,
almost imperceptibly completing life,
blending impressions, blending day with day.
Constantine P. Cavafy
I sit in a mood of reverie.
I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations:
things half-glimpsed,
faces or lines, certain indistinct memories
of unfulfilled love affairs.
Let me submit to Art:
Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty,
almost imperceptibly completing life,
blending impressions, blending day with day.
Constantine P. Cavafy
All by myself absorbing the silence
Excluding the noise of my complicated life
I just like to sit here and be quiet for a while
Observing the incomprehensible world around me
Listen, carefully now, can you hear this stillness
Or is it just inside, inside my head
Millions of thoughts are circling around, if you listen well
You can hear them begging to find a way out
At moments I feel like being stuck in time
Except my thoughts chased up words spoken in riddles
My mind filled with complicated thoughts
Overwhelmed by anger and painful plots
Grimy faces all around me deep down in my inner self
A lifetime of stories filling up my bookshelf
What am I thinking of, why can’t I break this
Rolling down my face is a frozen teardrop
What happened to my uncomplicated youthful existence
Is it destroyed by the needs of an adult life.
This has to stop, it can no longer persist
It hurts me physically, creating unbearable pain
I am desperately looking for some peace of mind
But I have not been able to release myself
Thoughts are getting lost and not being found
Restless mind, unquiet times, and the simplicity of the soul
Distant, tired and exhausted
Simplicity, a lovely word to say…
Monique Weberink
2011
DEEPLY IN LOVE
Endlessly repeating Words of Love
Whispering Voices throughout the Night
My Body and Soul do not belong anymore
They are possessed by you now my Love
I have lost Control over my Emotions
No sense of Reality anymore
While its still Dark outside
We are here together as One
Dreaming away in your arms
not thinking about our other Lives
I am lost in a Place where Time does not exist,
Absorbed and become one in this Passionate Love
Your Arms are holding me tighter and tighter,
and you are not willing to let me go just yet
Dawn is coming, morning is there
it brings nothing but despair
Sadly we have to let go
leave this romantic Dream
as if it was… JUST A DREAM…
Monique Lucy Weberink
2010
Painting is Orphelia by Odilon Redon
..to Artista….
.go and fly white Dove
go and fly up in the sky
take the gold ray from the sun
get the Celeste color from above
dive in ocean for deep blue and the wave
.some green and earth colors around
and put them all on your canvas
the miracle of your creation bring to us
the beauty of your soul and the prize
and let us adore you like the princess of Arts….
© Bert Paza
An Angel of Death is near me
but I feel no Fear
Only a Sense of Relief
No Matter where I am going
As long as I am getting out of here
I’ve lost the Sense of Reality
Am I Dreaming or Awake
Is there any Difference,
It’s all just very Dark
My Soul is longing for Release
The Angel whispers the Time has come
And I do not feel any Fear
All this time I wondered what took you so long
All these years of suffering and Pain
This sad and meaningless Life I live
Was it an experimental Test
Or a harsh way to learn
Are there any last Words left to say
Maybe, maybe. No…just a Sigh
Please relieve me.
Monique Lucy Weberink
2010
Photo “The Haunting”
Odilon Redon
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again;” that is as much as to say, “May new sufferings torment your soul.”
~Soren Kierkegaard
