vrijdag 29 september 2017

Lovely Beth



 
 
 
hard as a nail, hard as a bed
 
was lovely Beth, we've put to rest
 
lovely Beth was all that, she was a cold storm
 
a
 
screamin' kettle, a horse in a trot
 
lovely Beth was all that
 
 
soft in her head, soft in her heart
 
soft in her parts, soft an' very hard
 
lovely Beth was all that
 
 
a
 
mouse keen on cheese, a car in a junkyard,
 
a cow in a supermart
 
lovely Beth was all that
 
 
sof in her head, soft in her heart, soft in her parts
 
soft an' very hard
 
hard as a nail, hard as a bed
 
was  lovely Beth
 
 we've
 
put
 
to
 
rest
 
(c) JR.

donderdag 28 september 2017

Belinda




Belinda
 
lived her insane life, reachin' out to the naked skies
 
time an' time reachin' for that side
 
where angels fly in their blindin' light
 
 
speed
 
filled her days an' nights, maddening , demanding an' rough
 
a bird trying to catch the sun, she got burned on her last run
 
Belinda
 
queen of birds living a short life, tried to catch the sun
 
never got close to that light
 
time was getting short in supply
 
a line was cast to the other side
 
booze was a torment, drugs a need
 
this lady couldn't budge or leave
 
an' yes she kiceld it aside for a clean life
 
 
belinda
 
livin a short life, tried to catch the sun
 
never got close to the ligfht
 
(c) JR.
 


woensdag 27 september 2017

Engelse versie 'Meester Fluisteraar': 'Master Whisperer'



 
listen an'quiver 
hear the master in the wind, in that swift breeze
where he whispers about 'you an' I '  what 'you an' I  may not see
 
 
he
even whispers where a king resides in its corridors , in a chamberlain's chamber,
in a nobleman's' bed , in a kitchen's pots and pans or in the most sensitive ear of all
when a war lord comes to call
 
not only  a whisperer is he a listener his might rests upon all the global land
his whispers are ev'ry where and the spoils of war are his profit
written in the sand
 
 
listen an' quiver
if you know the master he protects whatever interests he has
might you confess a silenced whisper will remove the threat
from whatever confession you ever had
 
or
he whispers less and you will remain in his servitude might you flee
he will find you even in a hollow tree where again he will becxome
as the wind, a strong breeze, a gale if need
 
 
and
 wiithout remorse will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead leafs
or
leave you somewhere on a remote wasteland where nobody will ever believe
you're the residue
 
'The Master Whisperer'
 
leaves
 
 
(c)  JR.  2017


zondag 24 september 2017

What's in a name



 
 
Amy
 
wrinkled face, droopey eyes, leather skin
 
hair
 
dyed
 
she's
 
more than your size
 
 
she loves  all the young men
 
she loves to dance an' dance
 
she loves to love in a bucket
 
she
 
loves
 
 little
 
Amy's
 
plumber
 
an'
 
all we do is call names
 
an'
 
all we do is play games
 
an'
 
all we do is tell mother
 
little
 
Gary Pucket
 
is
 
no
 
bother
 
 
(c) JR.
 
 


Forever changing



 
 
 
winds
 
are
 
 forever changing,

sweeping across the nations
 
blowing
 
a
 
war in to its creation
 
winds are forever changing
 
 
winds
 
are
 
forever changing

 
 
bringing words of a down fall
 
bringing words of damnation, bringing word of a truce

 
 
winds
 
are
 
forever changing
 
 
 
still the winds do blow, sweep all over the land
 
people rise to its tune, taking a world to its doom
 
leaving trouble in the sand

 
 
winds
 
are
 
forever changing

 
 
times are forever changing
 
rubbing out old things, bringing in the new
 
winds are blowing all the same
 
they
 
will always change, always be on time
 
a
 
war
 
will
 
always be on the rise

 
 
clouds will bring in the rain, givin' its battle to mankind
 
where its flames are brought to life, by a terrible gust of wind
 
 and
 
ashes
 
are
 
left to frighten,

where nobody think's he's  staying

 
 
the
 
winds
 
they

are

forever changing
 
 
(c) JR.


Easy ways




on
 
the hunt for some lonely ladies
 
 to
 
come to his mansion
 
 
 
is
 
a
 
love so wild yet so tender, an uncovered stone

 
 
a
 
king of beasts takes them home
 
 
never
 
seen one so gentle, never seen one so at ease
 
his
 
love can tease, his love can please
 
 
king of beasts lives at night
 
hunts
 
from
 
shadow to shadow untill it comes to a close
 
takin' them home where love is wild, where love is mild
 
king of beasts, is allright
 
 
 
his
 
approach is slow, his price is promissing
 
will she be staying, will she come home
 
to
 
taste his love, his gentleness
 
see his easy ways
 
will
 
she
 
taste
 
will she stay
 
 
(c)  JR.

There was thunder

 
 
 
 
 
a
 
woman can kill with so much
 
as
 
a
 
breath of love
 
a
 
woman
 
can kill with a look, love with an embrace
 
cry in the shade
 
a
 
woman
 
can kill with so much as a gentle touch
 
 
feel
 
the coldness of her arms, see the chill in her eyes
 
the
 
hate when she smiles, still she speaks of love
 
which
 
she
 
promissed but easily forgot
 
 
 
whatever
 
reason took her love, it wasn't completely lost
 
like
 
a
 
desease some of it never leaves, a faint  feeling remains
 
disturbing in fact, 'cause it doesn;t rest
 
 
always
 
a
 
stir a movement is there
 
she
 
knows it all too well, leaves her in despair
 
'cause
 
strong the hate, it's done in passion, love its name
 
 
 
her
 
strenght weakening, comin in for the kill
 
close to total surrender
 
there
 
was
 
thunder
 
 
(c) JR.

zaterdag 23 september 2017

Dode bladeren




de
 
hemel opent zich
 
stuurt een ademtocht, die hen streelt
 
misschien gaan ze weer dansen
 
maar
 
hij
 
vergeet
 
 
'dode bladeren'
 
dansen
 
niet
 
zijn zucht is tevergeefs
 
 
(c) JR.
 
 
photo (c)  JR.

The stranger

 
 
 
 
 
 
see
 
the stranger come down the hill
 
he
 
lets the horse find its way at its own will
 
gently, the stranger leads it on, 'till he comes down and sees
 
the
 
people look at him
 
 
 
he's
 
from far away and thirsty up to this day
 
but
 
first the horse quenches his thirst
 
he's
 
a
 
stranger in a new world
 
 
 
the
 
people are anxious to hear the news
 
they
 
don't hear much in this out of the way place
 
he's
a
carpenter with gentle man's ways they can see that right away
 
and
 
he tells them stories of the old world
 
where once he stayed
 
and
 
they are pleased to have acknowledged they did the right thing
 
to
 
go
 
away
 
 
the
stranger is given a meal and asked to stay
 
but
 
he says he has too many stories to tell to too many people
 
he
 
has to be on his way
 
so he mounts his horse ande the carpenter with the gentleman's ways
 
rides of in to the distance
 
and
 
fades
 
away

Seasoned man

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I've
 
 seen many seasons come and go
 
seen winters die, summers grow
 
I'm
 
a
 
man of many seasons
 
 
love
 
found me once and went by
 
lasted 'till the end of summer
 
she went where the sun never sets
 
I
waved and never saw her again
 
a
 
midsummernights dream it was
 
 
 
the
 
hurt stayed with me many seasons
 
I never quite recovered from the pain
 
it
 
forever reminded me of her name
 
she stayed with me in my heart
 
she
 
 took posession of a big part
 
it's
 
been many seasons since
 
and
 
all I hear now is the wind
 
it
 
lives in the trees near me
 
I
 
form an image of her to see
 
but many seasons went by
 
life got a meaning again
 
it
 
now is an old memory that died
 
I'm
 
a
 
man
 
that saw mamy seasons
 
 
(c) JR.


prey

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
we're hunted prey
 
 
locked in to position
 
he's
 
 lookin down the barrel
 
a
 
kill in the making
 
 
he's a loner, doesn't care
 
it's how he lives
 
malicious,
 
cold
 
 
no feelings, has clarity, never asks why
 
a
 
gentleman in disguise
 
 
cold and kind, one of a kind
 
 
takes your life,
 
one of a kind
 
 
we're hunted prey
 
locked in to position
 
ready for the kill
 
he
 
knows
 
 
(c) JR.

Over the rainbow

 
 
 
come to me over the rainbow
 
tell me all about your fantasies
 
and
 
I'll
 
grant you eternal amnesty
 
 
come and bring your own sweetself
 
bring your own sweet pot of gold
 
'cause your a sweet human being
 
come to me over the rainbow
 
 
come to me with your tender heart
 
in
 
my life you'll be the biggest part
 
sail with me the oceans of the world
 
come to me, be my greatest pearl
 
and
 
I
 
will give you all I posess
 
it wil bring to me a time of rest
 
finally I have found my home
 
come to me over
 
the
 
Rainbow
 
 
(c)  JR.
 


Life



I'm
 
standing here right out of the blue, in a ray of light
 
don't know what to do
 
don't believe in life anymore, but I've go to hang on
 
just
 
for the sake of living
 
I
must
 
get through this  , it will cease to excist, but it'll  take time,
 
 
 
I
 
flip a dime
 
time will be all mine, my life is like a shell, hollow and empty
 
getting
 
drowned by its sea of emotion
 
 
 
thrust upon a shore, barely alive
 
I
 
will
 
recover
 
 
I
 
will crawl to freedom and take it by its tail
 
I
 
will shake it be once more in the running again
 
and
 
get
 
rid of my pain, that grabs me again and again
 
 
 
I
want to get rid of it  and be whole again,'cause I'm downcast
 
thrown un to the ground where I crawl around
 
looking for way out
 
as
 
always in myself , got to do it myself, to be whole again
 
I'll
 
take my stand , be back on the edge , work my way back
 
and
 
I
 
ask myself what do I want from this life
 
 
 
it
 
is
 
not much some sanity to live on in peace
 
and
 
lie
 
under the appletree
 
thinking
 
this life it is to
 
be
 
(c)  JR.

vrijdag 22 september 2017

Little blue eyes



 
 
little
 
blue eyes, she has seen it all
 
her
 
innocence fell about the first time
 
a
 
gun roared like hell and when it came down
 
there
 
was only silence
 
 
it
 
wasn't easy to remain standing
 
 
 
 

little
 
blue eyes did just that, without a drop from her eye
 
she
 
looked out over the devistation, trying hard to undertsand

 
 
child's
 
eyes take in more than they need
 
 
ev;ry day
 
she cried a litle growing up
 
evr'day day a far cry from reality
 
 
in
 
the shadow of her life she cries
 
as
 
her
 
 litlle blue eyes were

 drowned

for

life
 
 
(c)  JR.

donderdag 21 september 2017

Midsummer night

 
 
 
 
 
 
I'm
 
standin' in the porch
 
with
 
the moon shinin' on my face
 
with
 
my mind in the past, seems like yesterday
 
it
 
looks all the same
 
I
 
still don't understand, we had a great thing goin'
 
all
 
of a sudden you went
 
to
 
merry
 
Marryland
 
 
me
 
an' my boat
 
must have been less interesting
 
I
 
still have it, might you wanna know
 
I
 
still fish, but I've lost my soul
 
 
 
last
 
thing I heard you married a lawyer down in Marry land
 
hope
 
you're  happy, can't say I am
 
never understood why you went, maybe some day
 
the
 
reason will be clear
 
 
 
Midsummernight
 
makes me moody, I really shouldn't care
 
but
 
there it is, it keeps creapin' up
 
something
 
Midsummernight
 
always
 
does
 
 
(c) JR.
 
 


Legandary man

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
he
 
has that familiar look
 
he
 
carries himself well
 
he
 
did a thing or two, made him the favourite
 
people
 
liked his name of all
 
 
 
looks
 
in the eye of a camera, shows his style an' his smile
 
broadcasted
 
throughout the land
 
 
he

is
 
a
 
man that never falls
 
he
 
was brought down by a bullet
 
the
 
legendary man took a fall
 
 
now
 
a
 
whole nation is in tears
 
he
 
personafied their biggest fears
 
they
 
know where it came from
 
his
 
worst enemies buried him
 
now
 
he

is

worshipped all over the land
 
the
 
legendary man is still here have no fear
 
 
(c)  JR.

dinsdag 19 september 2017

Last Train



standin'in the road alone
 
I
 
see trains passin' by
 
I
 
don't know which one to take, don't know which way to go
 
Im
 
sad an' out of control
 
 
I
 
must make an effort, to pull myself together

there's
 
a
 
faint smell in the air, must be the turn of the weather
 
I'll
 
take
 
my
 
chances

whatever
 
 
 
I
 
lost too much of my life, it's shaken up startin' to slide
 
 
decisions

 are to be taken now
 
somethin' died in me today
 
I
 
must take it lyin' down
 
 
last train
 
is
 
at
 
the
 
station
 
 
I'll
 
take it got no explanation
 
it's
 
takin' me in to a future, I don't know much about
 
 
train's leavin'
 
I'm
 
checkin'
 
out
 
(c)  JR.

zondag 17 september 2017

Blues

 
 
 
 
i
 
love the night life, in the dark corners
 
and
 
shades of night, where we find a piano playin
 
the
 
piano blues, bluer than life it self
 
 
 
 
driven
 
 
by 
 
a
 
burning ambition
 
leadin me in to temptation, with those haunting melodies
 
 
bound
 
by
 
dark desires
 
she's no hunter, she lets me go, blues surround her old piano
 
 
the
 
lights have an pale old glow
 
smoke cuts through shady places, like a wall hard to see through
 
 
blues
 
were never that good
 
whatever the menue, it's the blues
 
whatever her fancy it is to be blue
 
 
her
 
melodies ar rich in words and lonely without them
 
she
 
gives them het attention when she plays her piano
 
softly, teasing,  sometimes even a rising gale
 
 
she
 
takes what's on the menue, she lives under a blue moon
 
she
 
has the blues in a tight embrace, she loves the blues like her
 
own
 
sweet old lace
 
she's always in a blue
 
 haze
 
 
 
(c) JR.

vrijdag 15 september 2017

Spitting kiss





a
 
woman to kiss is what I missed
 
 
always
 
wait 'till dark, kiss will come by itself
 
protected
 
by
 
an

old oak tree
 
with
 
your glasses on you kissed and missed me
 
hitting the tree
 
as
far as I can tell my ear was hit as well
 
it
 
was dribblin' wet, before I could say
 
 
'wrong place Beth '
 
 
 
she started over, neck, eyes, anything near by
 
couldn't  see the sky, my vieuw was blocked by a wholle lot of spit
 
 
kiss of a woman, yes kiss of a woman
 
I
 
missed
 
 
 
always wanted to be soakin' wet
 
have
 
a
 
worn out face, lips frayed at the dge my towel will have me dry yet
 
 
but
 
what a surprise, it's going on all the time
 
gettin' more
 
I
 
will ever need, some treat better she'll never be
 
finding new spots ev'rytime
 
kiss
 
of
 
a
woman yes kiss of a woman
 
is
 
what

 I

missed
 
 
 
(c) JR.

donderdag 14 september 2017

Dark Glasses




when
 
I
 
slide my dark glasses on, ev'rything changes in my room
 
in
 
 to
 
a
 
warm, old, friendly brown
 
there
 
are many shades of light, mine to be the shade of twilight
 
when
 
I
 
leave my surroundings I slide my dark glasses off
 
and
 
return to a bright lit world
 
 
yes
 
slide 'em on these dark brown glasses
 
they
 
take you in to a new world, where music, women and wine
 
are
 
the
 
benefiting trade down here
 
stay
 
there a litle while if you like, enjoy it to its most if you know how
 
make
 
yourself at home where the blues roam
 
stay
 
awake in the midst of the night, hear the sound of laughter ring
 
hear
 
the sound of toasting glasses, caress the walls of your surroundings
 
 
you're
 
the
 
talk of the town throughout, many faces wear a frown
 
of
 
what you might be doin' here in the little hours of the tranquil night
 
 
you're
 
invited to take a deeper insight, relax, ev'rybody here is allright
 
tonight
 
 
 
 
they
 
all
 
wear the same dark glasses , they're all here for a good time
 
they
 
don't expect you to go 'till light
 
so
 
sing alittle, talk a little, kiss a little
 
and
 
do
 
take your time in to the twilight and when you go home take off the shades
 
it'll
 
take you back to the room you came from
 
it'll
 
take you back to reality
 
again
 
 
(c) JR.

dinsdag 12 september 2017

Like to read





love
 
to
 
read in my own time
 
I
 
need to know what's goin' on down the road all the time
 
 
it's
 
a way of life that has to be satisfied
 
and
 
I
 
want to know it all
 
 
read what's there to tell, sometimes it rings a bell
 
 
the
 
story they tell I know it all to well
 
it's about myself it is so crystal clear, I must have been here
 
come through a door opened years before
 
 
I,
I
 
didn't know I was on show
 
my
 
tale had been told, it's all in here to read
 
 
I
 
can't believe it's about me, 'cause I wasn't there
 
has been written in another time, that's the answer to me
 
 
so
 
I
 
read,  and read it well
 
first
 
person to know how life's gonna be
 
when
 
i
 
finish I wonder are there more like this
 
'cause it doesn't give  all the answers how a life
 
has to be lived
 
there
 
must be more people like me who like to read
 
come
 
across a story they can hardly believe
 
what it is they read when they understand they know they're
 
the
 
few chosen  that get a look
 
ahead
 
and
 
know what life's gonna be
 
 
(c) JR.


Looks like yesterday



clouds are breakin', sun's touchin' my face
 
standin' in the window, I hear it tearin''  at the frame
 
it's
 
wantin' to see inside
 
where emptiness is awake, 'cause you went when I slept
 
leaving me with a note, a reminder I failed
 
and
 
nothin'
 
remained
 
 
just one of those things, happens ev'rytime
 
startin' out to win, we ran out of time
 
and
 
time
 
creates and seperates as it has now
 
 
 
he'd been waitin' such a long time, you felt you owed him
 
your life
 
 
 
lookin' back it seems only yesterday
 
we
 
promised faith
 
yes
 
it
 
looks like yesterday
 
so
 
now I want to feel good, throw a switch
 
hear old music, but it doesn't give me that old feelin'
 
again
 
somehow it sounds different
 
if
 
it
 
doesn't want to be played, I'm searchin' for reasons
 
as
 
always I find a lot, none of them so serious
 
they coudn't be solved, looks like yesterday she made me believe
 
she'd never leave
 
 
she
 
up an' went when I slept, leavin' me a note
 
with
 
a
 
lot of reasons I never knew we had
 
 
looks like yesterday, she lay next to me
 
lyin' back in to arms, takin' a rest, still she went when I slept
 
destroying my confidence
 
in
 
whatever came next
 
 
(c) JR.

maandag 4 september 2017

River Deep Mountain High English version



 
 
bein',
 
barely twenty I was cast down at the edge of my own abyss,
 
 hangin'
 
on,
 
just
 
 
runnin' its gauntlet ev'ryday, swimmin' in the dreg
 
of
 
its
 
ebb
 
 
smothered by the waves of its tide
 
 
 
kickin'  an' growlin'at the immobillity
 
that's
 
stoppin'
 
you
 
is
 
there still one thing drivin' you on
 
the
 
drive
 
of 
 
 'survival'
 
your conquest over mind an' time, the faillure of a hammered
 
body
 
guarantees, are none or just lost in time
 
one
 
word
 
keeps
 
comin' to mind
 
 
"Survival '
 
somethin' I never heard of or did
 
I
 
but
 
it's all you have, nothin' more, nothin' less, with time pressin' on
 
and
 
where

recovery is a withered leaf hangin' in the wind
 
with
 
that thought in mind, its creation is yours to have
 
 
the
 
future
 
a
 
vision in time, a next day its only purpose
 
and
 
your
 
'Survival '
 
always,  a case of dyin'  cryin' out for you ev'ryday
 
your
 
next
 
day
 
a
 
God sent gift never tried
 
days
 
years
 
decades
 
cling  like a cloak all the way
 
a
 
ghost of the past, livin' your yesterday
 
but
 
it's
 
all you have an' ever got
 
 
I
 
hear
 
a
 
tune
 
driftin' in on the wind
 
it's
 
River deep mountain high
 
thinkin',  is this for real, is this meant for me
 
my
 
life
 
a
 
 collection of notes in a once time hit
 
I
 
must have known what I did, without ever knowin' what I did
 
 
it
 
was my salvation
 
what did I miss a lot, yet now not of the importance
 
I
 
got
 
a
 
 second chance, where time is of the essence, bein' it all I've left
 
 
 
so
 
I
 
outlive my days one at a time, enjoy, 'till time overtakes me once again
 
and
 
grants
 
me
 
my
 
peace of mind
 
 
(c) JR.  2017
 


zaterdag 2 september 2017

1966 River deep mountain high



 
 
even
 
twintig lig je gestrekt op de rand van een afgrond red je het
 
net
 
 
elke
 
dag ren je hobbels zwemmend in 't drab van hun eb
 
gesmoord
 
door de golven van een
 
tij
 
 
grommend
 
trappend naar hun immobiliteit die je tegenhoudt
 
maar
 
desondanks is er één ding dat je drijft
 
 
 
de
 
drang tot overleven jouw overwinning
 
op
 
geest en tijd
 
het
 
falen van een gehavend lijf, garanties zijn er niet
 
of
 
meestal
 
overtijd
 
 
 
één
 
woord dringt zich altijd weer
 
op
 
'overleven'
 
wat is dat nooit van gehoord
 
maar
 
je
 
moet het er mee doen
 
er
 
is
 
geen tijd om na te denken
 
want
 
de tijd dringt, herstel geen idee, met die gedachte creëer je een
 
eigenheid
 
 
het
 
is
 
een stukje bewustwording dat overblijft
 
 
 
de
 
toekomst
 
een
 
visioen
 
dat is wat je meekrijgt, dan raap je alles bij elkaar
 
een
 
volgende dag is het enige doel
 
 
 
dus
 
de kreet 'overleven' roept naar je elke dag
 
en
 
elke dag is er  één die je hebt gehad
 
de
 
volgende dag een 'Gods wonder'  werd ook nooit
 
verwacht
 
dagen, jaren en decennia sleep je met je
 
mee
 
 
een
 
geest uit het verleden die je leven leeft
 
maar
 
het
 
is
 
alles wat je hebt dat weet je
 
telt
 
je gebeden hoort ' River deep mountain high'
 
je
 
denkt dat zingen ze voor mij mijn leven een verzameling noten
 
in
 
en
 
hit
 
'k wist wel wat ik deed zonder dat ik 't wist
 
 
het
 
was mijn redding ik kwam overeind
 
wat
 
heb ik gemist,
 
veel maar dat is niet belangrijk
 
want
 
nu
 
krijg ik een tweede kans
 
kort dag
 
maar
 
het is alles wat er nog is, dus leef
 
ik
 
van
 
dag tot dag,
 
geniet tot de tijd mij weer inhaalt
 
en
 
die rust geeft waar ik al zo lang
 
op
 
heb
 
gewacht
 
 
(c) JR. 2016
 
 


Requiem

 
 
 
 
 
wanneer
 
'Duister'
 
in al z'n venijn ontwaakt
 
de
 
liefdeloze nacht
 
met een verstikkende mantel omhult
 
 
geeft
 
brekend licht in de aanloop naar 't requiem
 
de
 
agressie in al z'n facetten
 
prijs
 
 
( requiem : 'Dodenmis, eventueel met zang en dans) 
 
 
 
(c) JR.

Colours




pale
 
is
 
the
 
colour of my tears
 
 
blue
 
the
 
colour of my fears
 
 
black
 
the
 
colour of my anger
 
 
red
 
the
 
colour of my love
 
 
yellow
 
the
 
colour of my hate
 
 
white
 
my
 
spirit
 
 
green
 
the
 
colour of my jealousy
 
 
brown
 
the
 
colour of my eyes
 
 
purple
 
the
 
colour of my lies
 
 
violet
 
the
 
colour of the skies
 
 
grey
 
is
 
the
 
colour of the day
 
I
 
died
 
 
these
 
were
 
the
 
colours of my life
 
 
(c) JR. 2014
 


Najaar



druk
 
rustig slenter ik gehaast door de stilte
 
van
 
het oorverdovend lawaai in het bos
 
van alles scheurt mij voorbij het is er niet druk
 
niet
 
met ons mensen die je hier continue voor de voeten lopen
 
het
 
groen er uit rukken
 
 
maar
 
met het dier dat hier z'n domicilie heeft
 
doch
 
wel
 
zijn leven hier niet verdoet
 
 
 
hier en daar
 
om
 
mij
 
heen
 
 
hoor
 
ik een of andere plof, ik weet het al
 
het
 
is
 
een
 
losgebroken, onontplofte plof kip waardoor
 
een
 
geschrokken haas er als een haas vandoor gaat
 
zo
 
vredig, zo stil is het hier dat je zelfs de streken van een kale vos
 
kunt
 
horen
 
 
het
 
vogeltje dat hij belaagt, heeft hem door
 
die
 
slaat vliegensvlug op de vlucht als hij hem stoort
 
 
dan
 
hoor ik een schot
 
het is waarschijnlijk een jager die om een damhert, dat een dam slaat
 
niet heen kan
 
dat is dan balen vanavond even geen wild op
 
tafel
 
 
 
toch
 
het bos leeft, aarde komt omhoog
 
het is de mol die alles molt als hij om zich heen
 
slaat
 
maar
 
eenmaal boven is dat niet iets, zeker als je toch al niets ziet
 
waar
 
hij
 
zich zorgen om maakt
 
 
in
 
de verte hoor ik een knappend geluid
 
het
 
zegt mij dat er  ergens een uil een uiltje knapt
 
na
 
zijn
 
ontbijt
 
 
krachtig
 
zuig ik die met benzinedampen verpeste, heerlijke frisse boslucht
 
op
 
zo
 
vreselijk gezond hoest ik nog wat rond
 
 
ik
 
slenter verder en verder door dit prachtige, verwoeste bos
 
verderop
 
hoor ik de zang van een zwaan
 
die
 
van zijn zwanenzang geniet
 
maar
 
wijshouden
 
 
'Hollands Got Talent'
 
mist hem zeker niet waardoor het zwijn even niet oplet
 
en
 
met verbazing ziet dat hij hier één voor  één
 
zijn
 
paarlen
 
verliest
 
 
het
 
is zo mooi in dit bos waar alles zo kaal en troosteloos
 
is
 
dat
 
genieten de enige optie wordt
 
thuis
 
gekomen
 
ben ik blij dat ik weer even in die rustige, drukke, mooie, verloederede
 
natuur
 
ben
 
geweest
 
 
(c)  JR.

2018

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