Bovenaards

Zij moet het ook gezien hebben
Hoe de astronaute haar haren kamde met bubbels en lucht
Hoe haar haren wezen naar onontdekte streken
Hoe haar haren als buitenaards zeewier zwaaiden van
“Hallo, hier ben ik”
Zij moet het ook gezien hebben en gedacht
Dat zelfs zwaartekracht geen te duchten tegenstander zou zijn
De tram beweegt haar haren heen en weer
Heen en weer
Op en neer
Maar reiken naar de sterren doet ze zelf

— Silke

Verity Grace
© Verity Grace

 

Remembering Summer

Being too warm the old lady said to me

is better than being too cold I think now

in between is the best because you never

give it a thought but it goes by too fast

I remember the winter how cold it got

I could never get warm wherever I was

but I don’t remember the summer heat like that

Only the long days the breathing of the trees

The evenings with the hens still talking in the lane

And the light getting longer in the valley

The sound of a bell from down there somehwere

I can sit here now still listening to it

 

– W.S. Merwin

Why I Blog

People often don’t know I  have this blog. It’s only when I tell them or when they see my posts through social media that they know. It seems weird to me, seeing as to me it’s a relatively big part of my daily life. I’m always surprised the word “hobby blogger” isn’t written on my forehead somehow. But anyways, I love to blog and here’s why.

Firstly, writing is my number one creative outlet. I love to juggle with words and to carefully consider what to put where. I love that you can rearrange and change your mind. My blog is a space that allows me te be or do whatever I want to. It could be poetry one day, it can be a lifestyle or fashion related items the next. My mood constantly changes and I thoroughly enjoy that my blog can change with me.

Secondly, it’s a fantastic way to look back on things. Sometimes when I’m not really feeling it, I scroll through my own Instagram and blog and think: wow, I’ve done so much in the past few months or years. I’m always stunned at how many good moments there have been. It’s a great way to keep those memories safely stowed and always at hand to cheer me up.

Finally, this blog gives me a platform to straighten my thoughts, to make lists, to get out there what I feel needs to be heard or simply be said, whether it’s being read or not. It’s how I structure the dreamy, emotional and creative part of my brain. What’s even better is that this part gets to interact with people; there’s nothing more fun than seeing someone like or reblog a post and reply to comments. It’s the best feeling to see that a blog post doesn’t just end with the reader, it’s only the starting point of a discussion.

So, that’s why I blog. No matter the time or effort, I’m determined to keep this blog going and I’m excited to see how it evolves as I grow.

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© Lotta from Stockholm

A fall breeze swept away more than I anticipated

It’s funny how you don’t see the falling of the leaves

but the barrenness of the trees surprises

It’s funny how you don’t see the light slipping away

but yet you notice the darkness of the hour

It’s funny how you don’t observe the days getting shorter

but evenings have never felt so long

It’s funny how you don’t notice the first moment you put on a scarf

until you feel the sudden chill creeping up your spine

It’s funny, the way the colours evolve,

the seasons change,

and time slipping away,

slowly

It’s funny, how life catches up with you

While you are doing dishes and deciding what to have for dinner

While making lunch boxes and booking summer holidays

While riding trains and making ways through crowds

While folding laundry and putting memories in boxes

It’s funny, this whole ticking of the time

The way life just

happens

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