Not deep enough, not enough explanation

rock pool

I have made a mistake. One that I made often when I was young. Because of my dysnomia (word retrieval problems) language doesn't come easy to me. When I was young I couldn't keep up with all the girls talking so quickly. That means I missed a lot of information. Even now I have to put the teletext underneath the TV images, otherwise I miss to much. Because talking isn't an automatic process for me it requires a lot of effort

I often don't say enough. In my writing the same, even though paper is patient.

In the past for example I got some points taken of papers at school because what I said wasn't wrong but I should have extended on things to make it more clear.

In the last two posts I got reminded again that I should expand or give an introduction so that people understand the message. I know that everybody has a different perception of things and we can't please everybody as was a conclusion on Elisabeth's blog, but I do feel a responsibility to get it right otherwise a message doesn't make sense as nobody gets it and a poem misses the point. Therefore I wrote and added 2 introductions. To late for some bloggers but if other people visit it than at least for them I made it clear.

Makes me think if a poem misses the point is it than necessarily a bad poem?

Is respect earned?

Does respect have to be earned? Yes and no. In the first place everybody has a basic right to be respected as a human being. It is a persons right to have their own thoughts and visions. By listening to somebody without interrupting and taking somebodies feelings into account, we respect that person.
There is also respect which is earned by people because of what they have done or what they have become.
People in authority are often respected but be aware. Sometimes this respect is cause by fear of repercussions. Also people in authority loose their respect quickly if they don't respect the person they are dealing with.
This means respect is given by somebody to somebody. Sometimes you give respect to certain qualities in people while other give respect to other qualities.
Osho says in the quote underneath that respect is given

 
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"A friend of mine said he lost all respect for me. He wrote me a letter telling me how much he lost his respect for me since I became so outspoken on sexual matters. I wish to say to this friend. My friend. I did not ask for your respect but you gave it anyway so the error is yours. Now you found the error and you corrected it. That is good. I am glad for you." Osho

How could you?

Look at the blind side of writers island after you read about this blind lady. Yes the bird in this case. My poem is about that sometimes people are blindsided by their own behaviour. They don't see things from an other point of view. In this case the husband who is obviously treated badly and therefore a not so nice surprise awaits this lady. She really gets hit on the blind side

I took this beauty from here


How could you ?

My love, pain penetrates my heart

you've hit me on the blind side

I always gave you my affection 

You left me dear, it is not right

Oh cheri you're flipping flippant

 I thought I taught you manners too

Your stupidity took over

although I educated you

How dare you dear to leave me

I gave you unconditional love,Oui moi

without me you are a cripple

you make me laugh woho haha 

Nostalgia of my birthplace

Wijchen is a modern town with a population of 40.000 people, in the South - East of the Netherlands, close to Nijmegen. When I was young the population was about 4000. In the past the town had it's own slang as most cities and towns had in that time. Also many people knew each other which isn't the case anymore as it has grown a lot and lots of people from the West came to live in our town. Some of the welknown people are stil there though. I was born and lived in Wijchen for about 30 years

A few of many places where I spend my time in the past; The lane with the trees I walked through to go to kindergarten, which was next to a monastry. We were looked after by the nuns

The church in the town centre. When we visited last year  the choir was practising and some of the people who were in the choir when I was young are stil singing along.

The cafe on the top left picture was from our neigbour and inn keeper. The building on the left wasn't there in the past. Her name Zus, which means sister is written on the wall as a memory. I liked her and visited her twice when I came back to Holland. She was quite a character. If people got on the wrong foot with her she would ignore them when they ordered their beer. She was also afraid of birds and I remember her running on the street and a neighbour had to catch the bird before she would go back in. A friend and me looked after the cafe when she had to practise for the choir for the above church. I spend lots of hours there in the weekends.

On the top right is a great restaurant cafe owned by manon and her greek husband. . She was in the same class at primary school and we went once on holiday together with a group of 6 teenagers. The restaurant is situated at the market place. Every thursday morning there is a market with vegetables, cheese, clothes and more. The market extended till in front of our house.

The photo in the middle is the cafe terrace of Geert whose cardboard picture is standing there. You can't see the cafe with a big hall where I went to the disco every sunday afternoon (yes I was a big party animal) my parents had fashion shows in there and we had many weddings (and funerals) there.

Wijchen Castle

Living in the centre of Wijchen I lived close to Wijchen castle This castle started as a defensive tower in the 14th century. In the beginning of the 1600 it was owned by Emilia, daughter of Prince WiIlem of Orange.

Willem of orange was the leader in the eighty year war ,to free the United provinces (belgium, luxemburg and the netherlands) from the Spanish. The war ended in 1648 but Willem got assassinated in 1584 by the Catholic Frenchman Balthasar Gérard who was a supporter of the Spanish King.

Willem of orange or Willem the silent became prince of orange in 1544. The netherlands are stil ruled by the house of orange Nassau. Orange is therefore the Dutch colour So if you see a lot of orange during the soccer world cup than that is us

I played in the gardens of the castle as a child, learned to skate on the canal surrounding the castle and I got married in the castle as a part is used as town hall.

Most of my family is stil living in Wijchen so I am surely visit there again.

A sad day

"On Friday an 17 year old driver lost control of his car on the wet road and slide from side to side before mounting the footpath and hitting two young boys who were walking with their mother on Linwood Ave in Christchurch. The four year old boy died and the six year old boy ended up with multiple fractions in hospital" the news said.
Than we got a phone call The little boys are the sons of a beloved teacher at my childrens school. The school community is in shock and our thoughts are with the family.

A little star stopped shining last night

the gloomy darkness weighs heavenly

upon a a family, listening to the

screaming absence of a little voice

Let our thoughts be with them
Let our love bandage their bleeding hearts
Let the moon call upon all stars
to bundle their lights in memory of

a little star that stopped shining last night

Quotes of the week

Impressions of the evening of the celebration of Tagore's 150th brthday, we went to last Saturday. A night full of poetry, dance and music. My work friend is one of the beautiful dancers. A wonderful night.

"I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present. "

“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”

"Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror"

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

"If you shut the door to all errors, truth will be shut out"

Rabindranath Tagore

Are you lost ?

The prompt for writers island is The Key. The prompt for my very first poem was the key. I wrote a new one with the same essence. To find more keys go to writers island

Are you lost my friend?

by Marja Blom

Are you lost my friend?

Are you lost?

Let the key of who you want to be
open the palace of your heart

throw off the coat of pretending past

let the truth reveal what's real

Are you lost my friend?

Are you lost?

For the real you a gown was made

try it, it's awkwardness will fade

as the perfect fit will give

a sense of glee of being free

Are you lost my friend?

Are you lost?

The golden texture of your gown

throws light onto your well paved path

Make trust your buddy, trust me
that greatness is your destiny

Quote of the week

photo by Mayke

“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.” Henry Rollins

Stowaway

Stowaway

Living in a cultivated garden

longing for wildernis

which now only lives

as a stowaway in her heart

Her eyes give away

They say stay, stay with me

be a memory of times

when youth was king

king of  a world

where vines grew carefree

like weed towards the stars

twining around the trees

stay, be a memory of times

when the wild child

lived passionately                                                                                                            

stay with me 

Visit writers Islamd to find other stowaways

Christchurch: Tagore's 150th birthday at Hornby High School

My friend at work, Bhaswati,  invited me to the 150th bithday of Rabindranath Tagore next week. She designed the above poster. Clever he.

Tagore is one of only 106 people to receive the Nobel Laureate in Literature, which he received in 1913.

Amit rajit, my friends husband wrote that "he is the only person to have written the national anthum of two countries- India and Bangladesh. He was a great poet whose work include dance drama, songs stories, poems etc. He mostly gave own music to his songs.

Bhaswati and Amit are two of the organisers of the event in Christchurch which celebrate the work and life of the poet. The high point will be a dance based on a mythological story.

I can't wait and will show you all about it.

If you live in Christchurch come and celebrate with us as it is a free event and there is nice food for sale.

Underneath a video with one of Tagore's poems It is so beautiful

This morning I visited my friends in the childrens home and tonight I have a party at a fellow bloggers home.
At work I am about to set up a course to make calendars with pictures and quotes. Love it. Already started practising. With all this excitement how do I get time to write If only the day had more hours.

Orton Bradley Park

We walked for 2 hours today. A lot of climbing on ladders and steps against the steep incline of the hill which led us to a little waterfall. The spraying water was a nice refreshment.

A cabbage tree under the blue sky.

"Who is the strongest" said the stone with a voice of authority. "Me" said the cheeky tree and split up the stone.

View from the big rock in Orton Bradley. There are many tracks here and we nearly did them all (not today though) It is always quiet in the park. You don't meet much people. It is a bit further form the city and it is a private park so you have to pay a little but it is worth every penny....eh dollar

 

After the walk we went for a late lunch to Lyttelton and just missed the oppertunity to go on the biggest Navy ship in NZ (9000 tonnes) , the HMNZS Canterbury. It is used to provide relief assistance in disasters
and if you are planning to make our waters unsafe you have to put up with this young man and ship

This jailhouse dog was staring at me on our way home. Luckily he had a lazy sunday afternoon

Message in a bottle

This was one of my first poems I wrote end 2007 I wrote it for..........Writers Island.  As the prompt is the same today I recycled it.  Work fills up my days lately but I hope to return to writing next week as I miss it. Thanks to writers Island for coming back and welcome to all

photo:courtesy of Google

Message in a bottle

By Marja Blom

A bottle drifting off

playing hide and seek

in the waves until

softly colliding with the sand

Reflecting sunlight sparkles

awaken him from a world

of missed opportunities

revealing the empty horizon of today

His eyes catch the bottle
carrying a mystery

a message from the sea

Dear God,

Mum says dad is far away

so far we can't go there

Tell him I was angry

but I do love him

Give me a sign that he is ok

Love, Billy

24 lyttelstreet,
Arohatown

A tear colouring the ink

and painting his heart 

 in vibrant new colours

using a postcard as canvas

for his shining spirit

he sends a message

Dear Billy,

Whatever happened

your dad loves you very much

He is doing well

A messenger from God

Leaving the hollowness
he enters a future

 filled with his family 

returning the value

to his loved ones.