Like the endless sea
life ripples forward
then flows back
usually calm
sometimes wild
out of hand
but always on the move.
Invisible threat from the deep
in balance with nurturing sunlight
You can not turn the tide
control or hold it
so come along
surprise – yourself and others
dance in the rain
and sing in the storm!
Why are you this close,
mrs. mosquito?
Don’t you have any friends
to cuddle up to?
Could you at least try
to keep your nose
out of other people’s business?
Because you’re getting
under my skin
and in my blood.
And yet so shy,
dear mosquito,
that you only dare to sing
when it’s dark,
whether solo,
or in a choir.
Please tell me why
you only appear
at night?
Did you perhaps
do something
that cannot see
the light of day?
I beg of you,
let me behold
your graceful dance
in all her glory.
Step into the spotlight
with your slim body
and elegant limbs.
Show your face
and I will worship you
up close.
For now alas, I fear,
I have,
my dear,
full of adoration
with my ovation
clapped you
to death.
I’m so sorry,
that sucks!
The last bit was inspired by the comment of the talented Rick Dijs on the Dutch version of this silly poem.
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People want to measure:
moors in hectares,
canals in meters,
peat in blocks,
barges in convoys.
In separating rectilinear
we are masters:
strips, plots,
rivers, ditches.
And once in a while
nature helps us
and divides
the landscape.
Already winding.
— Geert de Kockere
(I translated the poem of the rusted art column below.)
When dice have a mind of their own,
though the possibility is known,
still last weekend was absurd
and with death did we flirt.
The wench, courageous and undaunted,
with her fiery flail she flaunted.
Only to be put in place,
her cleric level back to base.
When monster gazed into eyes,
his will empowered through the dice,
in cowering fright on floor she crawled
and shivering with eyes red, she bawled,
until her siblings saved her ass
and brought her back to mighty class.
Then from the corner a new beast stirs
and yet another fight is hers.
A hellish spider from the abyss
bit her straight back into paralysis.
A second rescue attempt was made,
lucky for her the fiend took bait.
The wizard, fighter and the scout
dragged her, found a safe way out.
And from the dungeon they fled in shame
just in case a dragon came.
Another great Dungeons & Dragons weekend has passed. And though my part in the game was a failure challenge, it was awesome! Thanks so much, my Xaniqos siblings and great DM. I can’t wait until next time.
You can read all about our adventures on my website Dungeon DuTchess.
thinking of your kisses
I lay my hand upon your pillow
and dream myself into your arms
—
❤ for my V-man
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