Day after day
I add, subtract,
crouch towards the dunes,
towards my Normandy
on the beach.
There I will lie still,
a wind dying down in my head.
The red and white lighthouse
retreating.
this is the day
this is the who
this who is what
what is this who
however is this who
whatever is this who’s
how and the day
this is the how of day
this is the who of how
what is this who’s how
this who is what
this is the who
this is the day..
5 July 2006
‘Have you put the garbage out?’
The smell of forgotten years.
coming/going
Joop Bersee
in the train
coming/going/home,
where’s that,
which side
of the door
what you
call home
as we are
lending a life,
intimate, slack,
killing,
rent a life,
a mother,
a father,
brother
sister
put money
into your slot,
running outta coins
and bury
the fever
of steel, mortar,
walls and more walls,
to survive
the cruellest
toughest bones
becoming bones,
ferns, huge ferns,
amazing ferns
in a book.
December 26, 2007
Joop Bersee was born in The Netherlands in 1958. In 1982 he started writing poetry (some of which was published) and settled in South Africa in 1989 where he began to write in English. His poetry has been published in South Africa, the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom and India (in a translation). Joop currently lives in The Netherlands and is the founder/editor of ‘Southern Rain Poetry’, South Africa’s refreshing poetry site (by invitation only). It contains new and previously published work by some of South Africa’s leading poets. Joop is married to Sandy and they have a daughter, Jessica-Anne.
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