Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Ritme Van De Weemoed


1
Zo'n vijftien keer verteld
het maakt niets uit en kost geen geld
het ritme van de weemoed doet
wat het 'An Sich' voorspelt!

2
Pratend in zichzelf of en passent
worden de klanken tot harde stenen
ik wacht tot de 'vertrouwde' klanken
't zal nooit wennen, weer zijn verdwenen.

3
Louter uit angst voor leegte
grijpt ze de mobiel en spreekt
verbreekt zo luid de stilte
omdat ze bang -niet gehoord-
dreigt te verzanden in
vergetelheid.


Madrason 08-07-2013

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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