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(iv) Night’s woods

(iv) Night’s woods

My voice is carried further back
than ever before by night’s wood,
inwards,
across the border,
seeking in me sounds
of pain, confusion,
without a carrier wave,
burning, never breaking.

Shapes – unwordly flaming to the child -
a way up, outwards,
covering the ground
with worded warmth,
− a fenix’s fire fills out
to become tree, holy to night’s woods −
as a blanket to my life.
                                                                                                             
That does not stop the pain from
distorting, mangling that which
lives hidden behind boundaries
of my knowing self
 (no child will sing true
when harmony is a stranger to the parents).

You, my love, sense
what I cannot
(perhaps from some place behind, beyond
your own boundaries?) - my father’s biting
voice breaking through,
begrudging my mother her art…

No shared pain, it is a
double edged blade of pain −
lemniscating points, each
upright as a menhir.

On the day we met, so long ago,
birthed a dream
growing stronger each minute
we spend sleeping in each other’s arms…

it is like a breath
slowly wearing away the stone,
a new world becoming body.
 

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Gwendoline

Hi John, this is another wonderful addition to your compilation. 

“no child will sing true
when harmony is a stranger to the parents” 

wow that really stood out to me. Such powerful words here. 

The love from your beloved wife echoes within the walls of this piece. I feel it is where you have found your strength. 

A wonderful piece to share with all and inspire x 

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John Loopstra

Why, thank you again. The funny thing is I said to my wife yesterday that I feel really being in my strength only when I am near her, which was a new thought for me to phrase... Thank you for liking the serirs so far. I have number four rrady and out for her approval (just like Myosotis which was not yet on Cosmo...) Funny question: would your son like to have some children's books in Dutch? I could mail a package in that case🎁

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rodeoslurppy

I'm a big fan of this one. 

Best, 

Rodeo

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Tony Taylor

Wow!! JOHN!!......I'm going to have to go back and read the others in this series....it's fascinating....Having to look up words I am unfamiliar with is ALWAYS a pleasure for me ...'menhir'.......the relationship described here is beautifully painted....thanx so much for sharing this.....I'll be going back for the others!!.......ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!......a pleasure dear poet brother!!.....T xo : )

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John Loopstra

Hi, Tony, your enthusiasm is always so stimulating. Number four has been translated, I will have to pressure my wife into approving it (she is the critic). Number five (final one) I will start translating this week. And yes - Menhir is one of my favourite words as well - Gaelic. I can't wait for this summer's  holiday - 2,5 weeks of Ireland - it is almost as if each time you turn a corner, there stands another Ogham stone or dolmen or stone circle or stone row. We will be camlping quite close to my favourite stone circle (Drumbeg/County Cork (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drombeg_stone_circle)). It will be my 6th time in Ireland... Now that our busiest months at work is over, I will be on Cosmo some more often... Keep safe, my poet pal! (I like assonance very much 🤓)

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