Dear mom

IM: Nel Allaart: ϯ 16-04-2018

As I am talking to you

pondering about life

I feel almost ashamed

because yours will end

we don't speak anymore

about plans, there is no

future awaiting for you

your days are counted

I would like to chat

but answer your silence

and I convey love with

my hands and my eyes

wanting to ease my pain

you said: 'don't bother about it'

but I won't miss you that easy

You live in my heart

https://matcatgo.blogspot.com/2019/04/lieve-mama.html

Unforeseen Fortune

Nel Allaart *10-04-1934





















through your ring and bracelet I see
your wrinkly skin
as background

your scarf around my shoulders
is like your caring arm
touching hot

on my wall your ancestors as
treasurers protected
in moody sepia

expanding on an unknown arsenal
causes sacrilege
as treasure diggers

apart from unprecedented splendor, we dig
also a lot of love and we watch
through your eyes

© Mattie Goedegebuur

https://matcatgo.blogspot.com/2019/04/onvoorzien-fortuin.html

Words are like Water

If I slowly want to string

all kinds of letters

on the spelling cable

to form words

I cannot just grab

because not all vowels fit

seamlessly next to each other

not to mention

consonants

If I could write texts indiscriminately

spontaneously and at will

without spelling correctly

if I could compile my own language

then I challenge you

to express my sounds aloud

or tell my intention

chọta okwu ahụ ọzọ

kwaye uza kufumana igama

hallgassa meg a hangot

va siz ovozni bilasiz

whakarongo ahau te wai kapi

sempre amaras a auga

kuula seda muusikat alati

find the word again

and you will get a name

listen to the sound

and you will know the voice

listen to the water

and you will love water

always listen to this music

©Mattie Goedegebuur

Prohibited to flourish

all your words flow thoughtlessy

over your lips

wriggle almost through the bars

of sectarianism

you restrain yourself and you recall

your words

flowers budding in your heart

shall not flourish

in reticence you think you enjoy

the scent of silence

but it is the briny succulent flavor

of imagination

DaD

for five years I have met you
only
in the mirror

for five years I lack your
wise counsel and
have to unravel life alone

for five years I feel your
silence, peacefullness and tranquility
now I search ...

half a century of meetings
more than fifty years to
listen to advice

I got the rest of my time to welcome
silence, peacefullness and tranquility
in my soul

IM; My dad who passed away 5 years ago today

Afterparty

Don't be too big for your boots up there

from all the received tribute,

boozing in your remembrance and

a poetry collection for you alone.

Pleasantly, we have already begun

this in your life, we only intensify.

There ought to be an abundance of

magical words still to come.

You've been reminiscing about your

life. The epiphany is yet to come, that

you live strong, in all of our hearts. You really

should have written your own preface.

Heaven't you hidden a legacy of yourself?

Than we can play treasure hunt and sip

recollection-beer with your text.

Dutch version: http://matcatgo.blogspot.nl/2016/10/nazuipen.html

Salty Tale

You are nibbling my toes

so soft and ceaselessly

you withdraw and return

like a whirlwind.

Your storytelling is enormous

you whisper the history

of humanity in

my ears.

You tell in allegretto

and continuously

than soft and cheerful

thunderous and powerful.

You foam words are

around me with your

thrust and your sweet

salty tenderness.

Nonviolent you hug me

and gladly I let you

embrace me.

in Dutch: 

- http://matcatgo.blogspot.nl/2016/09/zilt-relaas.html

- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEcEoP0Z6oI&feature=share