Written by
Fenny Sterenborg |
I woke up this morning
with the city's noises
fusing into my dream
A pride of lions
roaring in anger
The traffic, it must have been
A hunter shouting something
but I probably heard a street vendor
For a moment, total silence
then a shot rings out in the wild
Perhaps a car's broken exhaust
or the toy pistol from a child
The noises slowly become familiar
as I slip out of my dream
I hear the neighbours coming in
through the walls
and I yawn in the dawn's early gleam
The old man from below
like every morning
is listening to the radio
The children from upstairs
screaming their lungs out
and there are people stumbling in the hallway
as they go about
But from the young couple next door
usually fighting, not a sound
Did they finally reconcile
or at long last break up
like they were bound
Suddenly the people in the hallway scream and run
I hear the panic in their voices
and hurry out of bed
As I look through the peephole
I see the guy from next door
his shirt, bloodshed red
and in his hand a gun
June 15, 2006
©2006 Fenny
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Written by
Fenny Sterenborg |
Long curls
lightest blond
like silver and gold
in the saffron sun
Summer dresses
cool white
show lots of skin
golden brown
Painted toenails
fierce red
in summer shoes
walk by
and catch eyes
green and blue
behind black shades
against the gleam
June 20, 2006
©2006 Fenny
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Written by
Fenny Sterenborg |
Forever yours
my dearly beloved one
Carved in stone, many years ago.
Underneath those loving words, a resting body
far too young, left by it’s soul.
A few lonely flowers come back every year,
but it’s apparent, no living soul is tending here.
From the date, by now, forever must also be gone.
But where did she go, this yours forever,
that dearly beloved one.
Why wasn’t she buried here with you,
like decided all those years ago.
I can only guess the reasons,
but I will never know.
Forever you lie alone, awaiting,
in this grave meant for two.
As I move on, I wonder,
perhaps she did too.
March 01, 2006
©2006 Fenny
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