Friday, October 31, 2008

HEY, THAT MUST BE BLACKY !
























His olive-like deep-shining eyes
say welcome and wait for hello.
His hair sometimes glitters and flies
around us and makes such a show.

His beard mostly drips and it dances
when food is not far from his mouth.
He is our dear dog and he glances
as member and part of our house.
..........................................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí, text and photos.
From 'Poetic lines' 2009








BLACKY OUR CATALAN SHEEPDOG

















Our jolly dog with floppy ears
two eyes like olives and no tears
waits for some gentle morning-words:
he has already seen the birds.

His wagging tail it sweeps the floor;
he puts himself next to the door
and watches every little change:
his world seems simple but not strange.

His soft and fluffy bunch of hair
falls round his body and takes care
of good defence against the cold:
he is a loving dog we're told.

He is a comrade and a friend
using the house from end to end
and in his presence and his being
we notice things we were not seeing.
..........................................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí.
Text and photo's. 'Poetic lines' 2005.





CYNICAL PEOPLE
















Niccolò Machiavelli 1469-1527

It's easy to be cynical
and put your little self
outside this world, this miracle
inside a stonehard self.

It's easy to be cynical,
protect yourself from strangers:
maybe a little clinical
but far away from dangers.

It's lovely to feel wonderful
and live some simple joys.
This world of ours is beautiful
and we're but tiny toys

When life cures us from cynicals
and stops some type of clinicals.
When feelings form our source of life
in which we swim or jump and dive
................................................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí.
'Poetic lines', 2003








Thursday, October 30, 2008

BUILDING OF A BIRD'S NEST














A fluff was created
and moved in the air:
a sparrow that waited
took it with great care.

The bird made a flight
a dance at its best
and got it all right
to serve for a nest.

Weeks later we heard
some sounds out of silence:
new lives and new birds,
new life without violence.
..............................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí

Text and photo. 'Poetic lines', 2009.





Wednesday, October 29, 2008

BEAUTY IS SIMPLE















When morning brings a cheerful day
and sunlight comes from far away
then simple lines of warmth and waters
remind me of my cheerful daughters

Whose voices call me from so far
and make me feel a shining star
of love and feelings deep and nice:
this seems a bit like Paradise.

The laughing lines of Carmen's smile
do linger with me for a while
her face so warm and tender.

And Blacky's olive-coloured eyes
look funny, sad and even wise:
they cause my sweet surrender.
............................................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí. Text and
photo
of a Zigicactus-flower. 'Poetic lines', 2003.

Monday, October 27, 2008

A SIGN OF LIFE

















I'm walking as a sign of life
whilst struggling in the wind.
I walk together with my wife
see flowerbeds that softly hint

Towards a cloudy, greyish sky
that covers and goes wild:
a story or a windy lie
told to a growing child.

Nature does tell me proper things
and plays with many darts:
whatever in my body sings
is love of life that always starts.
.......................................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí, Poetic lines,
2003. Photo of Roses by the author..






A RHYME FOR CARMEN

















My life and my wife
are two poems in one:
some lines and a life
in a love that we won

With colours and flowers
in sun and in showers
a dog full of hair
and a love that we share.
.........................................
Jan Arends. Torroella de Montgrí. Text and

photo's. From 'Poetic lines', 2009
.






Sunday, October 26, 2008

A MOMENT OF SILENCE



For my wife Carmen


A moment of silence
when nothing appears

but brightening sun-dance
in dreams of my years.


Soft silence of sunbeams
is colouring you:

a woman in blue jeans
a beauty so true.

Pink roses of silk stuff
look quiet, observing

the sunbeams where white fluff

seems shining and burning.

The shining of sunbeams
appears with the thought

that I drew some long lines

with mercy thanks God.
.

.................................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí
Photo of the moon over Parlavà

by an unknown photographer.
'Poetic lines' 2009.