Love, Photography, Poetry

now, the sky is bluer than blue

now,  the grass is greener than green

now, twilight is brighter than bright

now,  the  night is closer than the day

but still my heart gropes for words

now, to you I have to say


when brokenness becomes tangible

Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

the throat


as the voice
begins to shiver
like the water
of a leaked dam
its force
is mightier
than anything
could ever flow
will this ever cease?

like a wind
of a hurricane
a nature’s
any mortal’s
blows it
harder to outpour

the flux
of tangible
are released
from the
of her soul
the stories
of our faces
it consoles
the memory
of the
bleeding heart

never been
this painful


Voor De Dag Van Morgen

Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

If I die tomorrow,
say then to the trees
how much I loved you
Say it to the wind
that climbs up to the tree
or out of the branches falls,
how much I loved you.
Say it to the child
that is young enough to understand
Say it to the animal,
perhaps just by looking at it.
Say it to the houses of stone,
say it to the city,
how dear you were to me.

But don’t tell a single person,
they wouldn’t believe it.
They wouldn’t want to believe that
just a man
just a woman,
that a person a person
could love as much as I loved you.

Hans Andreus (1926-1977)

That Longest Moment

Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

I do not know

If the second prolongs

Or if time abruptly

Stops —-

That longest
When our eyes suddenly meet

Anticipation and surprise entangle

In that subtle smile

That longest discourse in quietness

Enough to comprehend

The unspoken

Like the conversation of my heart

To the sun, the moon and the stars

On a hopeful night

As it vividly paints in my memory

To capture my delight

To liberate my fright

When two souls nod to fall

A second

Becomes forever

In that fastest moment to fantasy

And the slowest second to reality

Daily Painting, Puppy Love, contemporary painting of couple with a dog -- Carolee Clark

Painting by artist Carolee Clark                         Source:



Doodles, Love, Music, Poetry, Uncategorized

As hope listens to this musical rendition
a minute transcends to a momentary illusion
to see where you are and wonder
whether these hymns are sung meaninglessly
by this heart that has never known
the encounter of two souls falling
for an awakening dream
But I trust in the Hour that will make me sing these
when your countenance is imagined
by a countless remembrance and a sweet narration
of a prose untold not in my fanciful soliloquy
but in an inescapable reality

I have built you in my philosophical dreams with queries
of whether you are in an existential, real
or some far ideal reality that time has drawn
But even if clock would age eternity, I would wait
for that moment when we’d walk into the threshold
of each other’s stories and anthem

Walk each mile closer to mine
And listen because I am still asking
Yes, I am
I will never be tired of asking

where you are.

(Feb 2011 ; Nov 2012)

walking and talking web quality

Painting by Mike Carr a.k.a China Mike @