happy
sad
yo-yo

red, blue, yellow
mixing colours
painting dreams
everything is possible
in my wonderland

he told her
to revisit her past
as this would help her
to reignite her creativity

he promised her
excitement, happiness
and the thrill to create

but when she went there
all she could find
was boredom, sadness
and a desire to give up

I have always loved my sister.
I love my sister.
I will always love my sister.

I have always worried about my sister.
I worry about my sister.
I will always worry about my sister.

I have always laughed with my sister.
I no longer laugh with my sister.
Will I ever laugh with my sister again?

majestic mountains
red boat floating on the lake
happiness for me

oh happy day
she sings
and arranges
the yellow flowers
in the pretty glass vase
next she sets the table
two cups and two plates
cutlery and serviettes
a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar
a teapot and the cake
that she has baked
especially for today

she looks at the shell
and wonders
…
how many people
have walked past
without noticing it
hurrying through their lives
chasing other people’s dreams
…
she stops
smiles
and decides to be different

red and yellow leaves
geese and swallows flying home
time for me to go

hopeless
he said
watching her
paint

she felt
his disapproving
gaze
and froze

hipp
hopp
flop

You made me smile
And lifted my soul to heights
Previously unknown to me
You made me think the thought
I had not dared thinking before
Until I realised
That you only love men

happiness and you
yellow flowers and red sun
summer has arrived

I was in love with two men
and decided to choose you

now I know better

I should not have chosen
either of you

daffodils
spring
awakening

you are so
different today
I do not see
desire in your eyes
but resignation
and a sense
that things will
never be the same
where are your smiles
and your belief that
everything you touch
will magically transform
I am sad as I  sense
that you are
anticipating the end

deep and green water
seagulls floating quietly
who will make me smile

I sometimes dream
That I run with you
Along the river

You hold my hand
And my soul
Is full of joy

But every time
Just when our souls
Begin to meet
I wake up

making bread
helps me
to connect
with myself

kneading the dough
tells me
that persistence
is key
to achieving my goals

taking the bread
out of the oven
is a ritual that tells me
that all will be fine

you
me
harmony

sleep
he
says

I am not tired
she
responds

she does not write
he is concerned
her words had given
him pleasure
a sense that
he was not alone
her sudden silence
intensely saddens him

skies are grey and dull
sipping coffee on her own
heavy heart and soul

I can feel you
before you gently touch me
I sense your presence
even if you are not here
I listen to your voice
without you saying anything
I smell your skin
although you have already left
it is my memory of you
which makes me believe
that you are here

hot
passion
more

This is a beautiful train journey
Green meadows
Silvery sea
Blue sky
And yellow sun

It was not like that two weeks ago
When I was on the train
Looking forward to seeing you
Then the meadows were brown
And the sea was black
The sun was hidden
And the sky was crying
I know now that they were anticipating my pain

Tiredness and loss
Darkness, wind and heavy rain
Hope is just a dream

she
ran
ran
ran

without looking back just
ran
ran
ran

she had no goal
she had no fear

she
ran
ran
ran

When I look at the moon at midnight I am reassured.
I sense your presence even if you are not here.
The light of the moon unites us
and I anticipate the pleasure of listening to your voice again.

I like dancing, singing and laughing.
Moving my body makes me happy.
This is life, this is pleasure.

You just sit in your chair
and quietly watch me.
I can see that you hate
my life and my pleasures.

y
e
s

When I look into the mirror
with my eyes closed
I can see you
standing next to me
strong and purposeful.

I lean my head
against your shoulder
and feel safe and secure.

But when I look into the mirror
with my eyes open
I am all on my own.

I am sitting
in the living room
of our family home.

I listen to the stories of
happiness and sadness,
success and failure,
love and hate,
hope and despair
and the never ending support
and suffering of the women
who lived in the house.

I am grateful
that my mother
is selling the house.

days are getting short
trees are changing colour
cosy is my home

I am sitting in the café
in the pretty old town
drinking violet tea

I am cheerful and smiling
because soon you will be here
drinking violet tea with me

You say to me
if I do not stop
looking at the dark side
I will never be in love again.

So I decide to turn my head
and look at the bright side.

they say:
you are what you read

I must be a hopeless romantic

swallows flying low
red sky and mighty mountains
calmness now brings love

You wonder
why she left you
for a drummer

Could it be
that she likes music
and you do not

should I stop writing
the poet wonders
would it make a difference
if I did something else instead
could I then help to make
the world a better place

happiness at last
dancing in the rain and mist
smiling at the moon

will you wait
he asks

maybe
she answers

it is late
and I cannot sleep

I thus decide
to stay awake
and not to worry
that it is late

bees and butterflies
sunflowers and lavender
happy memories

I am
crying
but you do not
come

I am
screaming
but you do not
hear

I am
calling you
but there is
no response

so I decide
to go out
with him

misty sky and wind
mountains enveloped in clouds
sorrow fills my soul

You should live
in the here and now
he said.

This will make you
happy and relaxed
as the past can
no longer hurt you
and the future
has yet to happen.

When he gently
kissed my face
I understood
what he meant.

will she
ever
be able
to write again
or have
his words
finally
destroyed her