Damp feelings

(watercolour by Rien Poortvliet)


The rain has come down upon the earth
And turned my home into a dirty pool.
The world is now a sad, smelly place
The grey clouds seem to me so cruel.

I look around and sigh, feeling vaguely sick
The ground is soft, but treacherous and cold,
Is this a plot against me? Who played this dirty trick?
My strength is gone, I must have grown old.

WORDLESSNESS

Not that I am not thinking
Not that life is passing me by
Not that I don’t want to share
Things that make me smile and cry


But I have come down
With a strange illness
My tired brain is dumb
In a kind of verbal stillness


I think and feel it all,
From excitement to sadness
But I can’t seem to express it
I’ve been struck by wordlessness.