Tomorrow

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PeerGyntskingdomNorwayBrodie_b58046fa-e920-431d-a23d-92043408b9c2Tomorrow I could be a thousand miles away
Or how many more could I travel in one day?

Tomorrow I could
bask in the Barcelonan sun, and smile
or walk the ancient Roman mile.

Tomorrow I could
sail the Oslo fjord, roam Nordic grounds
or find my refuge somewhere up in the clouds

Tomorrow I’ll be a thousand miles away
That’s for tomorrow
Not today

I of the storm

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There is an eye in every storm
It looks upon the devastation
There is an eye in every storm
That marvels at its mad creation

While swirling ’round and ’round
A message of destruction
From a center void of sound
Is conjured up a resurrection

There is an eye in every storm
That breathes of calm serenity
There is an eye in every storm
And in mine that eye is me

The Light House

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The clock strikes
The lighthouse lamp fell silent
and now the sun lights
a day that could surpass all nights

One
A deep breath,
as the chest begged to be opened
and her wish fell
like the star
that landed in her lap
and danced in her eye

Two
The ultimate formation
in honour of reciprocation
or a conspiracy well hidden?
A sum once parted,
and living in the contingency
of the penny and its drop

Three
In the shadows
in the sacred space
A child is waiting
Wanting to be born
but fatherless still
His whispers go unanswered

Four
A house of one home
but only where the moon cries
Little by little the heart dies
Always somewhere gone, far and near
and living in a purgatory
within all realms and without reason

Five
The stages of grief
unfold in a mechanism
of quench and elude
Damage to no consequence, never so
for love is unconditional, ever so
Twin flames in their eternal karmic show

Six
Peaks of two triangles
Fence her in the centre of the star
Where the light hides, now halfway post meridian
Still no culmination in sight
The path, as her dream, leads back to night
Her predecessors hold her hand and know

Seven
Sliced by the axis of nodes, true or mean
Northbound lies a Libran destiny
The Gods of the eras were in favour
of the reunion of their souls
But the crossroads loom so perilous
she risks to drown again by the seaside

Eight
Many miles diverted
Within hopelessness still alerted
An ocean black and deserted
Harbour blocked by chaos and disorder
Inside a tomb she dwells, a lonely prisoner
muted, still wearing her invisibility cloak

Nine
Who is she? A forgotten mystery
In a very unusual way
she holds the cards, rings the Belle
but stays the dream in which she walks
No solace, never respite – she sighs
The onset of another night

Ten
Times of the end being nigh
Over, and…over
Not the love of the life
of the love of her life
A truth promising the return of dark
Heart devoid of time, space, spark

Eleven
Angel hour, but not one to one,
and twilight on this summer night
has faded under a bloodred sky
Aurora bids her pole goodbye
Riddles linger on in the starry dark
Can the Universe lie?

Twelve
The spell has been broken
and the ghouls now run free
Cinderella retrieves her ashes
Glass shattered on her bleeding feet
She knows as the embers glow
Some things cannot be lost, nor solved

Now.
The clock strikes
Time ouroborically bites
The writer writes
from her ante meridian rites:

‘Gone.
So she looked out over the sea.’

One
On the shore of her darkest night
the lighthouse calls forth its light
Illuminates the indivisible truth
Forever obscured but unable to hide

What dies
is only the dark
that keeps us
from being born again
into the light

©2014, Myriam Heffels

A world all my own

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Hidden in the shadow,
teardrops get lost,
to eyes out of sight.
A world of night.

And the moon cries,
like the wolf that howls.
No meat, just bone.
A world all alone.

Where feet fall,
words fell,
from lips in defiance.
A world of silence

The heart chills,
but its beat moves on.
Put ear to the ground.
A world far from sound.

Illuminate, radiate,
and still it is dark.
Look at it closely.
A world you see,

Does not include me,
but I point up to the stars.
At fingertips is sown,
a world all my own.

©2014, Myriam Heffels

Puzzle

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In the vortex of time
To know
It was always mine
I am left and right
Above and below
After the fight
There was the blow
Sudden and unexpected
And I hear music play
Words that try
But fail to say
And there’s no need
No question why
As in the silence remaining
I am heard and understood
All encompassing
Minds destined to melt
By the spark that ignited
All of my life
I catch it falling
Into the perfect fit
Like the pieces
Of the grandest puzzle
The universe has to bid

©2013, Myriam Heffels

Over de doden

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Vaarwel, mijn thuis
Kuste zij een laatste keer
Keerde hij hun spaarpot om

In een onveilige haven
Verborg zij haar bittere tranen
Kreunde hij wanhopig waarom

Vluchtend van haard en vuur
Droegen ze een hulpeloos kind
Kwamen ze nooit weerom

Op een vierkante meter
Honderden samen, ieder voor zich
Gedreven naar waar beter
Als losgeslagen baken
Op de golven naar de kust
Waar jij en ik ontwaken

Lot in de hand
Winnen ze een morgen
Op zee

Leven als onderpand
Reizen ze voorbij zorgen
Over zee

In zicht van beloofd land
Verloren ze nimmer geborgen
Uit zee

De bodem bereikt
Maar wij klagen ons arm
Dweilen liever met de kraan
Dan met de deur open
Naar een hemel op aarde
En de hoop van bestaan

Wij kijken, we raden
De sleutel is zoek
Liever geen echte daden
Wel woorden
Waarmee we onszelf verraden
Over de doden:
Niets

Eclips

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Een raam open
Met de deur dicht
De blik op mist
De zon oneindig ver

Zelfs even blind
Als de maan verschijnt
Ineens de zon verdwijnt

In de schaduw van haar bestaan
schijnt de maan
mij in mijn baan

In het donker
Geeft ze licht
In het licht
Brengt ze donker
Bij getij
Beteugelt ze water
En mij
Toont ze verlicht

Het hart van alle gevoel
Onopgewerkt door dag of nacht
Zon en aarde in haar macht

Vragend kijkt ze me aan
In haar baan
Om de aarde
Om mijn bestaan

©2015, Myriam Heffels

Poetry to sound: 365-day challenge podcast

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Lost in one moment

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Disorder
turns to chaos

Insanity
of the moment

Regret
only a distant enemy

Trapped in what now feels
is the only way out
The Trilogy unfolds
A question with one answer

He attempts
to tempt fate without
Trust

Can’t bear any doubt
Can’t relax his control
Can’t trust love will be there
for him too
Always

Even if he can’t see it
Even if he can’t feel it
He can’t lose it
Ever

Unless he loses himself
in this strange lust

That
cuts him off
from every magnificent promise
his life holds

Her
Now no more

Every dream
could have come true
as down will go up
Universal law
If he dared to let go
he would find the unconditional
Love

His death did not save him
but the light of eternity
Finds

his soul as
she forgives
she no longer lives
but shines in the image of
Him