Eva van Beek

Where is Zambia?

20/12/201518/06/2021 Eva van Beek

Christmas is looming around the next corner; cards and parcels sent and received. At the post office (I wipe off my shoes) I send off a present to friends in

Imagine black

19/09/201513/02/2018 Eva van Beek

…imagine that, white spoiled stuffed trash: tomorrow you’d wake up broke, syrian, lame, or black, imagine that…

Redefining positions

18/09/201518/06/2021 Eva van Beek

how could i not be myself? how could i not listen to what earth was telling me? nature pulled away and i disappeared in appearances i lost my laugh between

Uncertainty of a life ahead

21/05/201517/06/2021 Eva van Beek

(because every now and then I ask myself: is it still there, the willingness to choose the less obvious path?) When fog has slid off the up-rolling hills, Will I

Redemption, if you will

08/02/201519/06/2021 Eva van Beek

in the shade of splendid words we hide our fears & shed our guilt defend a house of cards we will in the nook of sparkling phrase we burn our

A somber winter’s tale

01/02/201518/06/2021 Eva van Beek

Morrow calls the late sun to rise to carry away the raw nights of ice I failed the riches in bleakest of life and buried the poorness in crustiest glaze

Finding Prudence

02/01/201519/06/2021 Eva van Beek

Where have you been the son of the wisdom The home was abandoned in mighty old storms Where have you been the daughter of patience The garden ran riot in

The biting truth

02/01/201519/06/2021 Eva van Beek

What is up – is it down? What is left – is it right? What is red – is it blue? What is dusk – is it dawn? What is

The end of the penny dreadful

08/12/201419/06/2021 Eva van Beek

(because sometimes I have more bills than income) Sculptures © A. Tallil Go to the king and pay your tithe it’s wise it’s wise it’s wise it’s wise no way

Clover of Four

22/09/201417/06/2021 Eva van Beek

(for my mother who would have turned 85 today) Betwixt the primal automn air I stroll along on worn out fields; I look for her in glowing leaves that tumble

Notes between the colours

15/08/201419/06/2021 Eva van Beek

Part 1: We call for Purple to turn into night and find that Green is common and trite When Red performs in fire and motion then Orange becomes a reddish

A spark in the Rainbow

07/07/201413/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Had longed to hear the colour’s song had searched for substance in the light had called the stars for comfort’s sight but none so far had given way so my

The eternal transcience

10/05/201404/07/2021 Eva van Beek

Little petal’s white on the grass They have been thrown – simply to pass Noble peacock’s call in the grove They have been reared – only to rove Tender lamb’s

The ballet of a lonely poet

04/05/201413/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Words that tumbled through head & meadows were randomly danced in sound & in echoes there wasn’t a score or a note to be followed then why does it feel

Absurdity of an ordinary existence

28/04/201413/02/2018 Eva van Beek

I The rains of eyes have left a stream; the thoughts of morn upset the mist II I’ve lost my footsteps in the mud; have searched the skies and found

The reticent call of tiny things

29/10/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Drops of chant leaves of mist hands of light have kissed our lives and yet we do not realize birds of airs rivers of kind words of light have served

Nostalgia on an automn’s day

28/09/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Septemberwings they bring the chill to pull off summertired leaves to suck the breath off warmer lakes I learned the seasons by my heart they know on how to play

The drums of war and sorrow

27/09/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

The head is filled with pain and flashes a splinter of a memory sable dust on open wounds becomes a human’s tragedy The house is worn with holes and bruises

Grievance of a dismayed child

20/08/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Mother dear I know it’s age that runs away on riverbeds your patterned swimsuit on my mind I was so small and you so tall  now I have grown into

Shares of Beautiful

03/08/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

There are many sights to Wonderful many names to God many views to Life There are many hues to Colourful many sounds to Earth many believes to Men and all

Hymn of the elusive magic

31/07/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

It is the hope for a window agleam in an open house when tundra nights stretch beyond the morrows It is the hope for a roof ahead in a faithful

The courage of a rebel’s mind

07/07/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

cloudswimming, sunsinging wallshifting, treelifting Who says if all is set and done when just one voice can crack the dawn? goldbreaking, tearbaking muddancing, lightlancing Who sets the rules of whole

Requiem for Fugacity

26/05/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

a rip in the haze a split in the rays a seed in the bloom a room in the womb a print in the cloud so not to end in

Quest for Queendom

11/05/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

This post was written for Sakshis’ Blog, which you can find here. She is (in her own words) “An Electrical Engineer by profession, A poet at heart, A drama queen in real

Idle Curse of a Pretentious Broad

28/04/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Poison seeping from my bones dripping into convenient veins beguiling stomach, heart and brain till dust and rust are left to call No hunger nor ache no sickness nor chain

Lesson for the Disoriented

13/04/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

I am Northwest the moss of the tree the damp, the dark, the direful me; the one that only the brown owl can see… My malice, my caution will keep

Wretched Easter

29/03/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

It tosses and spins my body is skins (and I cannot hold for sunbeams to crush the implacable slush) It creeks and groans my organs are bones (and I cannot

All life collapses

25/03/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

You (Yes, you!) who swallows that petrol until your mind turns raven-hued You thought it’ll last forevermore Mind you! Life always asks for what it’s dued D’you think the subduer

Prayer of the Weary

18/03/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Shut my head block my eyes forget, forget that I’m alive. Greys of rain-twines irk my being enough, enough, you springtime fleeing! Bolt the house secure the yard recall, recall

Libretto for My Beloved

10/03/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Epilogue Look me up when moonlight calls, roll me in your gentle dreams soak me with your animus and guide me through your reverie. Take me on this twilight fancy,

Of Meadows and Alleys

26/02/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Let ’em out, the somber horses let ’em pound the stones and sludge let ’em run on nightfall’s ardor ’til they trampled all those forces Let ’em out, the piercing

Land of Innocence Cut

24/02/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Cut! The knife is thrust there is no blood: just here it turns Bitter movement in my bust there is no pain: just here it churns Slight betrayal of my

The Chorus of the Doomed

18/02/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

A girl who clutches her trembling legs her frame for final salvation it begs there is no protection to obtain just crude abuse; an innocence to feign A boy who

1 Billion Rising

14/02/201324/02/2013 Eva van Beek

Today women around the world will dance against violence and rape (see http://onebillionrising.org/) A small poem is my contribution: A silent soul in tortured pain She cries and moans, it’s all

Past and gone

11/02/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

Remember that snowball afternoon? You said you’d never ever sold my heart and body to the chillywet cold how I lulled myself in that cocoon So why do you think

Daylight haven

29/01/201313/02/2018 Eva van Beek

There is a murmur in the wall it burdens my soul with an eerie call ponderous thoughts are cast my way for on my brain they all will prey They

The myth of humanity

22/10/201213/02/2018 Eva van Beek

The mountains bask on violent mist to breath untainted, polished air The waters long for  pebbles on shore in quest of peace with a land dressed in anger Blood dripping

Forget the Days

20/10/201213/02/2018 Eva van Beek

FORGET THE DAYS Disappear in sand and laughter Cover my brain in cement and plaster Forget the days when black engulfs me… Then colour my world in pink and air

Angels and Demons

07/10/201213/02/2018 Eva van Beek

At times I lose track Of my demons and angels alike (Not even lights onshore blinking Luring me through a breathless blindness When all is swallowed And the heart becomes

Ode to family and friends

25/07/201120/10/2012 Eva van Beek

The clouds are breathing The skies are beating Sun hurrying from night to day Life sweeping from day to night I cannot prevent the glow from fading I can only