http://slow.writerscafe.org/winklaar The original writings of author Jeannine Winklaar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053317 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 reflecting on childhood days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1862345/ 'take me by the handlet's wander along riversbreathing together' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1705443/ Under a woolen blanket I watchsnow fall, yet my feet are makinglines on a dancefloor. Am I dancing?Mama says: There is no way to describethe pain of a shattered heartlying on the snowy pavement of lifebeing trampled on by thousandfootsteps of ego's passing by.Papa says: There is no way to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1694421/ Looking in the mirror I see the perfect flower that others see in me and wonder why they don't see me as the fragile butterfly that I am. A photograph by Seb Janiak inspired me to write the following http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1666463/ From the corner of his eyehe sees movement, feet shiftingalong the corridor, back and forth in perfect silenceHe senses her breathingmatching his, correspondingas if planned, but not so  Sheis never aware of his presencePaying attention to every detailof her being he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1656430/ The longing for peace sends me off on a journey to a far and distantland, where flowers bloom and birds sing, whenever you close your eyesI close my eyes and listen to sounds that only make me wheep I open them back again andsee you comming up the hillWhat strange awareness of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1646207/ 'as life progresseswhite turns into pink shadesprety as flowers' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1644474/ 'mistdisappearsquitesuddenly todayallowingsunshine' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1635698/ 'When all is well, thesun never fails, lingers on thehorizon and stays' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1630652/ 'awarm sunny daydelicateblue and green tailsabovepure water' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1618122/ From honeysuckle to daffodilsI know them all too wellI smell them as I'm on the roador strolling along a streamA silent rose, a whisper softendearing as it seems, createsuch love, unheard of - the essence of perfumeSo close I am to discoverwhat is it that is lovet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1612675/ 'acrystal oceanrisesup from deep groundsscrolls, then dissapears' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1606252/ Inspired by the sculptures of Juan Muñoz (1992) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1602603/ Flowers on the edge of a cliffoverlooking the valley, heavy,bearing raindrops of the last shower From a distance you see only beautyand purposely neglect the weight of burden on their tiny shouldersAt a distance you wish to stay, puttingup a barrier, not to face reality.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1598385/ 'wings of butterflies sharing secrets on a wallas life slowly passes' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1594731/ I tranlated this poem in English from my original poem in Dutch: 'Gedachtestroom' published in May 2015 by de Haarlemse Dichtlijn in the poetry book: 'Verder is alles rust'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1588512/ midnight seems to wander through the streets at nightcreeping shadows of a lostand lonely soul seeks delightred lights reach to catch thecontours of her weary fleshyet his eyes are never on heras they eager seek the pastsighs cast themselves likewhispers upon grey empty wallssliding down as wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1585696/ Searing across the sky, high up I gowhere birds and clouds are joined in harmony  There is no escapingyour view, you mighty creature ofthe earth, you who stand alone facingdanger, not at all afraid of damage feet firmly resting on flat groundI envy your might and power, yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1579209/ 'heopens the doorinhis room awaits knowledgelongingto come out' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1563968/ 'the sea is singinga symphony of wavesbursting on the shore' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1557371/ He stands looking out the windowas he stands gazing every day“she awaits behind the mountain”so he murmers to and fro“she awaits behind that mountain”as she promissed she would soHis appearance tall yet fragilespeaks of hardship of the souldays go by, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1552278/ 'breakfast on a platea great view through the windowtruly morning bliss' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1547783/ One day I plan to travel to aplace far away it seems, picking up courage along the way, notoverlooking any nearby streamI tremble in horror as I realisethe rage that is burning deap insidewanting to crash on the floor and crythough too paralysed and empty to tryThis path I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1543721/ laughter is on the table in between dishes and sorrownot orderly arranged, but randomneither here nor theresecret lies there also- not up for grabbs - just lingering below the rim ofa soucer, almost hiddenthat sweet summer night -it took forever - while it'sbreeze dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1532248/ 'searing away fastleave everything behindlive life to the full' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1527792/ 'we lay still in bed listening to the raindrops our hands entwined' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1527584/ We influence people around us every day. Hopefully positively. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1523105/ Hardened by natures routine your ego widens as you go alongnot being able to touch others,seeking shelter and protection from sharp edges of speechSun shines on you one morning and ultimately a change occurs,your shield melts awayleaving your inner core to slowly adapt and join t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1509530/ Sometimes reality fades away dreams, leaving disappointment...when patient there is a new dawn, a new day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1506418/ 'the perfect landscapea butterfly nearing deathhis hands a haven' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1503206/ Original title: ' De laatste groet'. By Jeannine Winklaar A translation from Dutch to English. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1500161/ 'dreaming while awake dandelions in the meadows dark clouds disappear' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1497227/ 'Look: an open field and in the middel of it a...no, my dream tree'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1494157/ I notice you on yourjourney of this world alongmine and capture your senceof being: pure, fragile  We relyon each other even when poetry failes  Sooth and encouragewander along streams and riversclimb mountains and dunesdiscouver forrests or just linger at sea  Being whereve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1490699/ They took away our bench and we replaced it by borrowing another just around the corner where Sophie lays... It was our resting spot whenever we were visitingher, born 7th of Januaryexpired just two weeks laterSitting in the sun on the benchsnow melting away at our seam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1487357/ 'a crossroad aheadin the background an echo choose me, choose me please'   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1483888/ 'too close not to seethe lost orange butterfly too close not to touch'  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1480443/ 'mist disappeares very sudden this morningcan you see the path?' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1476985/ Words reach the ear like a slowtango uplifting the spirit  Hands findtheir way wrapping words around fingersClinging tight as not to ever let go of theirmeaning  Penetrating bodies through soft skin - lingering in the centre - the coreSpreading upwards, stretching spines drawing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1472964/ 'a book on my lapcold rain on the window panea warm cozy fire' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1469156/ This is the dayof turning into a rebelto a wayThis is the day of returningWondering how the change will come...From withinfrom afarfrom youfrom meThis is the day of turningfrom being noble to a rebelThis is the daythe wayreturn...today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1465466/ 'sitting on a rockwind and rain embosoms himlife drifts past like clouds'  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1462282/     'Fingers like branchesa butterfly nestless there      a moment of joy!' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1459140/ Forever changingforever wantthe phase of beingforever freeWind blows rain yourway my dear...Forever waitingforever feelingthe chance of beingforever lostYour tears drift myway my love...Forever knowingforever longingthe fear of losingforever yours http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1455889/      'full moon filters throughcurtains, resting on the cat    asleep on the couch' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1452417/   Offshore windOff shore at night thewaves loose as the windbrings peace to his mindAs stars lit the skyblack turns a dark blueCall in the clouds, topour what is left ofrain on dust and sandLeft half full at seathey drift past the coastand turn their backs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1449222/   'andon his fingers... alost orange butterfly     lingers, quietly' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1445931/ 'home in between' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1442690/ 'Oneof those momentswaitingto get an answer  howdreadful it feels' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1439229/         'Flying high aboveclouds are flocking like wild sheep      land nowhere in sight' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winklaar/1435748/