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

B-day preps

she walks through the sunset glow firmly high-heeled
on the way to the stores with a jaunty dangling bag
to refresh family and friends at her birthday

her bag is still empty but her head is already loaded
with exotic dishes in her mind she checks
recipes so she can treat them unforgettable

judging taste and smell she walks through the isles
with her feet continuing on autopilot while deftly
dodging obstacles she approves the goods

in her mind she kneads and mixes and it smells in her kitchen
by precious dishes full of love her steps are light and airy
she hurries elated like a whipped cream dessert

she is pondering about how to surprise her guests in a tasty way
with a delightful dish joyfully and lovingly prepared
she steps firmly forward with a fluttering skirt

 'Red Steps'  Han de Leeuwerk

Summer Day

wet drops nourish the soggy land

which fuzzily resists to the sun

they cause a soft frame

for my sleepy face

red wisps above the horizon

indicate early surrender

of morning mist in sunshine

like my silky hair

the delicate morning sun shines

on translucent young green

colorful and cheerful vulnerable

like your young doe

the languid afternoon sun smells

like satisfaction and arranges

wild purple chicory and hay

as a soft boar nest

the sinking red evening glow

looks back pleased to a summer day

filled with sunshine and love

heartfelt warmth between you and me

in Dutch:
http://matcatgo.blogspot.nl/2016/07/zomerse-dag.html

Iris

some hearts stay young

clothes will support

wrinkles disappear

behind glass and colour

dressed in fine array

by shapes and smiles

her own choice

in bright jewelry

sets an example

not to grow old

not to become childlike

but to enjoy life

dressed every second

to the fullest

some flowers florish

forever

6 decades

her pale skin hangs

loosely to her bones

but in her eyes

it is still bright

and her voice

is old-fashioned warmly

and still untouched

just as her love

she looks optimistically

to her visitors

she knows she is loved

so she can travel quietly

the last part

still surrounded

by loved ones

at her bed

in Dutch: http://matcatgo.blogspot.nl/2016/04/6-decennia.html

Being in Progress

Work in Prgress, Han de Leeuwerk

Focussing in the distance

her mind far away from

her body. No shivering

although her clothes are

almost caressing her when

sliding off the soft skin.

The burgundy and golden

dress just fingertipped

saved from the floor.

Her world is exploding

the colours of pleasure

fill her spirit with euphoria

and she seems to swim

in the sea of passion.

She awaits her dearest

and is prepared to

dwell in her memory

as long as it takes.

©MG20160412BS

Passing Goodbye

I say farewell

to the sorrow

in my heart

that comes too

when loving you

it hurts like hell

I say goodbye

to the grief

that engraved

my soul by

not being chosen

it makes me cry

I'll walk away

with dripping edges

from a shredded

existence

will you heal me

with your choice?

©Mattie Goedegebuur 20160326

No time

no time

to reflect

as the years

slosh over us

as salty waves

no time

to prioritize

to lick salty wounds

together until they

taste sweet

no time

no realitize

for the two of us

to dive into

the deep infinity

salty waves

roll death in

tackled eights

locked

in themselves

©MG20160225BS

Pollinated

enchanting pheromons

lure me to earth

your opened petals

are my landingstrip

almost weightless

I tiptoe on your skin

with volatile touch

I rub your stamen

searching for the fuel

on which my soul survives

I suck your nectar

I leave you shuddering

while I continue on my way

and glide away from you

©MG20160124BS

PS if you want to read it in Dutch:
http://matcatgo.blogspot.nl/2016/01/bestoven.html

To my beloved one

Oh Wystan dear, don't dwell upon

those shiny stars, they haven't won.

No-one ever could tame your heart

tear into pieces, fall apart.

You have to lock away your love

for the heavenly bodies from above.

Because you learn to love deep black

and hide the love, the love you lack.

The equal love between us two

needs no-one covering for you.

You'll always keep me in your life

so silence is no sacrifice.

In spirit and in flesh we share

a unique love that is so rare.

Sleep well my love, sleep well and rest

I'm in the pocket at your breast.



response to W.H. Auden
The More Loving One (1957)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXdeHucf4X0