In thought

I tranlated this poem in English from my original poem in Dutch: 'Gedachtestroom' published in May 2015 by de Haarlemse Dichtlijn in the poetry book: 'Verder is alles rust'.

We stride, strolling at each others side

left the river flows towards us

we walk against the stream, the stream

of thought that passes in silence

Composure that stops every word that wants

to urge it's way out of my throat, emptiness,

that falls like a snare and chokes

You talk of her as if it's so ordinary...

But we left her just, there under

whimstone, amongst flowers. You smile

at the thought of her nasty habit, a

family trade, are you at peace with it now?

I should fire off cannons, push you under water

scream the silence away. We keep strolling

next to each other, within me flows lava

and you laugh, you roar, further there's only peace...