Den Dooven Diederik Poems

From the day I started recycling
I fill my trash bin
With old dreams
Gathered in antiquated worlds
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Does he stand there
In the rain
Waiting for
God or
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The old elm beams
The wind whispers in buried tongues
In the tomb, bones creak under the weight of centuries
Starlight weaves silver splinters
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The saxophonist played
Without a single note heard

Coppery brine resonated
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Three sisters, daughters of blandishment
Under the starry, black velvet sky
Triad of adroitness
Their eyes are hidden, their lips sing
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Your gaze touches me, like a sirocco
The moon silently kissing the wild Neptunian depths
In your eyes, the art of a thousand masters shines
Each sparkle a painting, a gateway to inveiglement
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