Out of Office Poetry Part 4

An out of office,
was not what you expected,
and unfortunately,
the e-mail has not been redirected.

The reply, however,
has a ray of sunshine,
a little bit of beach,
a glass of red wine.

Or perhaps as you desire,
a beautiful walking tour,
climbing the highest mountain,
or a dinner with glamour.

And so brings my absence,
the summer to you,
enjoy the thoughts,
enjoy your summer view.


(Naar initiatief van Gedichtendag 2014 - http://www.gedichtendag.com/2014/outofoffice.html)
(Lees ook : http://ipoezie.blogspot.be/2012/08/out-of-office-poetry.html)

Out of Office Poetry Part III

I see you shouting,
I can hear your curse,
but don’t you worry,
It could have been worse.

It's just me on holiday,
my colleagues are present,
so for your urgent matters,
ask their judgement.

And I hope you will have,
or you already had,
a holiday as mine,
that would make me glad.


(Naar initiatief van Gedichtendag 2014 - http://www.gedichtendag.com/2014/outofoffice.html)
(Lees ook : http://ipoezie.blogspot.be/2012/08/out-of-office-poetry.html)

Sunbeams

When the sun breaks through a roof of dense foliage,
its rays fall on the ground,
like little bombs filled with warmth, full of life.

Flowers look up, stretch,
young green reinforced,
butterflies fluttering around.

When the sun breaks through a roof of dense foliage,
everything moves, life down the trees,
until they have to surrender to darkness.

Alone

Where is my bed of roses?

Where are you?

Alone, I’m.

Only tears I have.

Tears of sorrow.

I miss you.

No chair to share.

No table to join.

All alone.

Have faith

Do you believe?
I do not
not in humanity
not in god.

All right humanity
but not for granted.
As our history
me disenchanted.