Flower forever

I lived on a mountain

One day
I sat on the hill looking at the flowers

A most beautiful one caught my attention
It had all the colours
you could ever imagine
I looked at it
all day long
It looked like the flower
even looked back
at me

Every day I came up to the hill
to see that flower and nurtured it carefully

There were hundreds of others around it
but they were not as beautiful
or special
as this one

I started talking to the flower
and told her the stories of my life

I became obsessed more
and more
every
day
Even in my dreams
she was there as bright as day

But the more I came to see her
and talked to the flower
the more the colours faded away

My concerns grew
and grew
as the flower went almost grey

I didn't want to loose her
so finally
I decided to pluck the flower
and put her in my house
on the hill

There I painted pictures of her
and wrote poems
to her
I didn't leave my house anymore
I wanted to stay
with my beloved flower

Then one day she was all wrinkled up
She died
I cried
the
whole
day
long
It was the most devastating day
of
my
life

I berried the most beautiful flower
ever
in my garden

I came back often
to lay flowers at her grave

Seasons passed
autumn
a very cold sad winter
spring summer
Almost one year later
I saw her

The flower started growing again
you couldn't believe how happy I was
to witness
this miracle
That day my heart started beating again
fast
And she kept growing
and growing
and growing
until she was as big as my house

I looked up to the sky
and when I saw her in the clouds
I said to her:
"I love you"

Then she bended over to me
I shut my eyes
and waited for a kiss
The flower opened up
and then
suddenly
she ate me

Omver geblazen

hoeden uit een ver verleden
en allerlei omstandigheden

een koele bries en een dunne schaduw
een zwevende zwaluw en een aantal jaren

hier en daar dwarrelende verf van enkele veren
enkele vlekken en enige verfstreken
van uitgestreken ogen over mijn dagen
gevlogen over mijn jaren die mij elke dag weer aanstaren

hoor de zuiderwind door de stroperige oude straten
door de ramen over daken tot in de lengte der dagen
door gaten van tijd via vlagen van kleuren en oude platen
gebeuren er overal onlosmakelijke zaken
die mij ieder voor zich elke keer weer omver doen blazen