Poem -

Being naked

(art work by my wife - a part of a painted living room wall in a previous house)

Being naked

It is the midnight hour,
being in the loop
returning ever to the same
moment
over and over

again.

Ghostly dark in this hour,
a nioghtmare's nest waking
in the yard and yet

being naked now
means
mislaying order in the loop;

means

you set yourself
outside the hour glass,
come rain, come sun;

take your time
being naked
to let the soul
out
into your nature/

Being naked in your 
need
breaks the loop.

sets the moment free
in moon's light.

I laugh,
while nightmare's foals play
between the trees.

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Marion

A beautiful meaningful write John... nice to see you back. Love the artwork x

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John Loopstra

Hanx, Marion, for sticking around, even though I am such an irregular laddie... I can only write when it itches and when life gets too complicated there be no itches😭🤣. I must always think of the evil uncle in Hamlet: "My thoughts fly up, but my words stay below... Words without thought ne'er to heaven go"  - I cannot do empty words (this Sunday I tried, but failed miserably and the discarded poem will never be birthed now...). I have one more to put up soon...

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