TurnaboutA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereNever give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. Harriet Beecher Stowe
The leaves are written off the
branches, The sickly venom exorcised is
out of me, Clotted in resin, the
festering wounds now closed, The cloud in front of the sun
has driven away.
Where I was lost then and
there in length and width, Has a shape or a form now, a
substantial deepness, I’m not anymore projected in
the dark of the shadows, Now I’m more or less free,
floating by in the air.
I’ve covered the cobblestones
behind me in red, I’ve dragged myself here in
sweat and a bucket of tears, Now I’m standing up, on my
legs I can see a lot further, Suddenly my life has projected
a new horizon to me.
In the turnabout is the word,
the resurrection of the sentence; The nothingness is only an empty
place that I can fill, I hear the rustle again of the
reed, the river, the roaring, The water is flowing on a happy
song inside of me.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere 14/01/2016 © 2016 Rudi J.P. LejaeghereReviews
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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