INGE WESDIJK

INGE WESDIJK

THE GRAY VEIL

I can't remember much,

just fragments and fragrances.

It was somewhere in November,

the ceaseless rain was pouring down

in a stream of endless tears.

Absorbing all the daylight

in my sparingly furnished room.

To be honest, this scenery

was a perfect match for my state of mind.

I couldn't bear it to see the sun shine,

it reminds me of joy and felicity,

of spontaneous laughter.

All my senses are covered by a gray veil,

which I can't see through.

...

I'm not able to endure the gray veil any longer.

Thoughts are slinking into my mind,

thoughts who aren't mine.

I know I need help to find my true self again,

strayed as I am in my own psyche.

My world is shriveled into this dark, somber room

...

It might be a cliche, but the power of healing

finds its source always out of true love.

You unexpectedly walked into my life.

An unconditional love

from the first moment, we met.

You listened to me, cried and

laughed together with me.

If it wasn't for you,

I still would be hidden

in a dark, gloomy room.

REVIVAL

The wind is holding its breath

stock-still, nothing moves,

as if a wizard clapped his hands

and made the world motionless.

One bolt of lightning ...

cloaks the trees in darkness,

hissing...

The wind furiously exhales,

annoyed being hindered

to blow freely.

Hunting the clouds,

tormenting the clouds,

made them suffer for its

inconvenience.

The clouds bow in

an outburst of miserable

tears.

- - -

A little blackbird starts to

sing hesitantly.

Some vivid robins join,

perking up the song.

Carefully the sun peeks

through the spindrift clouds.

As nature's lachrymation slowly

vaporizes.

EMOTIONAL THEFT

Struggling through the day

Tired, so tired

I can't remember

the moment I felt rested

An unquenchable thirst

Water ...

I need to drink

My body is dehydrated

does that effect the brain as well?

Need to lay down

Hurts, I must weigh a ton

Arduous to move

I never believed it,

torn apart by a heartache

Only for emotional fools

Squeezed, you took my

vital essence and left

I really don't want you

in my life anymore

But could you please

give my spirit back

INGE WESDIJK

INGE WESDIJK. Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. She is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals. Daginne started to write English poetry five years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her fun project website www.daginne.com, she's also the co-editor of Degenerate Literature, a poetry, flash fiction, and arts E-zine She has been published in several Poetry Review Magazines, in the bilingual anthology (English/Farsi), 'Where Are You From?' and in the Contemporary Poet's Group anthology 'Dandelion in a Vase of Roses'.