INGE WESDIJK

INGE WESDIJK

PATHWAYS

Surrounded by shreds of mist,

wrapped in moist coldness, I try

to find my way to a refuge

Something is lost, I can't figure out

where to find it, if it can be found

All pathways seem alike

and it doesn't matter which one

I chose, it will lead me in the wrong direction

My legs hurt, my feet burn, my head tolls

I take a deep breath, the fog seems

to retreat, slowly, a vision appears

I'm in a park with elms, beechen and firs,

sprinkled nuances of all shades of green

The haze is getting thinner, a timid sun tries

to dole out some of her welcomed warmth

A pebble-paved path unfolds, meandering

through the park environs, I have to follow

Somehow I know for sure, this is the way

to all my answers.

TATTERED

Humiliated, damaged

Without consent, you took

what wasn't yours

You stole my innocence,

my trust, and faith

You destroyed

my joy of life,

crushed my self-esteem

All you left behind

is a tattered reflection

of the woman

I used to be

ZEITGEIST

Our small town still effuses a warm hospitality

when I walk down the old Main Street with

the little cobblestones and ancient oak trees

Bradford's Butcher Shop and Bentham's Bakery

are still there, I'm eager to pay a visit to Stevenson's

Gift Shop, on the corner of Wellington Street

Once, I bought a cute little cat statuette there, maybe

they still sell these adorable trinkets. Full of expectation

I round the corner and see the sign on the door 'CLOSED'

Suddenly it doesn't feel quite like home anymore

INGE WESDIJK

INGE WESDIJK:  Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, fantasy books, and loves her animals. She's the Poetry Editor of Whispers and has been published in many poetry journals, magazines and anthologies. She has a fun project website www.daginne.com