Category Archives: Poetry

Huge steps closer to my dream of a book

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Be part of my dream to publish a poetry book

This week was a good start to my new project. I decided that this year will be the year I make a childhood dream come true and publish a book. Because I want to share that dream with many people, I decided that I’m going to self-publish the book and ask the crowd to help me fund it. The crowd funding campaign is hosted at IndieGoGo.com, because they seem the best used international website for crowd funding.

In the first week of my campaign, I’ve had hundreds of visitors to the campaign site, and already three funders. That might not seem that much, but according to the data of IndieGogo, it takes on average 7 contact before someone contributes. These three friends and poetry lovers, who have also unlocked the Early Bird Funding perk, are clearly bringing down that average! I’m very thankful for that.

Next to that, several friends cared to share the campaign with their friends and follower on different social platforms. Amazing. And as icing on the cake, the project got mentioned by Ana Isabel Canhoto in her wonderful Follow Friday posts. (Her blog is absolutely worth following if your interested in anything social and marketing, she has a great way of exploring interesting topics).

In short: a good start to the crowd funding campaign to realize my dream of a book. Head over to IndieGoGo to learn more, and get a bonus video.

The poems have moved!

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You may have noticed that the poet in me hijacked this blog since the beginning of this year. Today, I’m putting an end to that hostage situation. You may have noticed that I started a project to deliver a poem each day. I like the project so much – and have some ideas on making it a bit bigger, but more on that later – that I thought it wise to move it to a separate space. So, from tomorrow on, you can find a poem each day on the new site: A Poem Each Day.

A lost doughnut

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There it lies, on the street,
in the snow and mush.
Only a few bites taken,
and then control lost,
a fresh doughnut, dropped.

The frosting still looks great,
bright-coloured, sprinkled, shiny.
But the dough is soaking up
the snow melting from
salt and chemicals.

Forever lost,
a new one bought,
and enjoyed with
better care.

Happy V-Day, love

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A martyr celebrated, at least that’s the story,
by lovers all around the world today.
He probably never expected that his glory,
would be a reason for people to say
“I love you”, or something similar to that.
And today I join the masses in this rite,
and tell you that I love you, let it be said,
every hour of every day and every night.

Tomorrow I will do it again, and many more
days to come. Because a Saint long gone
might be a good reason, to many of us, for
saying I love you; but that should be done
for one reason, the one that really should count:
that I love you; today, tomorrow, all year round.

It’s Monday again

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It’s Monday again.
The day that is
the focus of many
laments.

The week starts today,
back to school or work,
the weekend as passed,
time for fun over.

It’s Monday again,
and it’s actually sad
that so many of us
can’t wait for Friday.

Is Monday really so bad?
Or is it the choices
we made?

What if we chose different?

It’s Monday again!
Hurray.
Can’t wait to get back
to work or school.
Eager to learn, to do
what I love to do.

The snowflake

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Whoa! I’m flying, suddenly.
Or rather, I’m floating
through the air.

I don’t know what happened,
or even remember anything
before this, but it’s great.

Trees, beaches, sunny places
far away. I can see the world,
while I gently move ever
closer to it.

It’s cold here, but that is
my natural habitat, warmth
will take me out of being.

And as my adventure comes
to an end, and I gently
touch down on the soft blanket
my siblings made,
I can only hope that no
human will step on me.

The pearls of unfinished verse

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In a folder, hidden away
between many other bits,
there’s a collection of stubs.
Notes, phrases, verses;
orphaned lines and texts:
unfinished work.

But it’s not just abandoned words.
Inspiration, work in progress,
and lessons learned
from small failures.
A basis for better poetry,
I hope.

The annual confrontation with aging

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Today is one of those days,
holding promise of the future, but
innately also being very much about
remembering and looking back;
today is one of those days
you get confronted with every year.

Now, after all these years, I know today
is one of those days that
never changes throughout life,
even if it yearly does. Today is my birthday.

Riga at my feet

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Standing on a rooftop terrace,
I can see the city stretch out
at my feet.

All the iconic structures are there:
the tv tower, the zeppelin hangars,
Swedbank, Vansu bridge,
the churches.

The not so great looking ones,
are also there, of course.
And our house.

This city on the Daugava,
this city I call home now.
Not only have I moved into you,
you have become part of me.

The Louvre and you

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There’s a picture in the Louvre
somewhere to the side.
I was wandering around,
when I first saw it there.
Drawn by the light it radiates,
the universe focused only
on Jesus and his crown of thorns.

It reminded me of you.
(Not that you look like Jesus,
or wear a thorned crown, of course.)

It reminded me of when we met.
You radiated light, turning
everything around you
into a dark blur.

As if the universe was
focused only on you.

I was.