Category: Poems
-
Soft early mornings
When dreaming flows into barely being awake. Recalling images from fictional events during night, recalling real happenings from the day before. Drowning into warm blankets. One sip of clear cold water, one step closer to being entirely awake. A new day, new clouds and hopefully a new dose of sunshine. Getting up and looking at…
-
Elegant volutes and arches
I just find it such a pleasant occupation to wonder about the magnificent architecture of the past. Standing there, feeling a bit small. Imagining the things that had happened before or that could have happened. It always makes me silent. What if this church, the Sint-Michielskerk in Leuven would be used as a library? Filled…
-
Εlysian fields
Standing in a sea of corn. Noticing the braided structure of each one. Saying goodbye to daylight and welcoming the night. This is not a stereotypical ending. This is intentional weaving out of daylight. The vastness is almost overwhelming. Feeling like a small but free creature, able to run on the existing paths. The structure…
-
The bold colours of flowers
How is it that the colours of flowers seem to be much more intense than the colours of other things? An intens pink combined with white. Something that is so difficult to capture on pictures. Only a faint reflection remains. But what remains in our memory, is the experience. The almost childish admiration for nature…
-
A rememberable evening
The feeling you get when… you see some friends after a very long time. you skateboarded for the first time (or at least tried). one of your friends arrived the moment you planned to go home. you see beautiful colours in the sky yet you know no picture could ever wholly express the beauty of…
Laura van Cutsem 