Hulpeloze vaat
Zacht schuimende polkadots
Een kopje onder.
Helpless little cups
Gentle foaming polkadots
slowly submerging.
Gentle foaming polkadots
slowly submerging.
De hele keuken (en bijgevolg mijn hoofd) zit vol poëzie. Maar het lijkt me best jullie daarvan te besparen.
I absolutely appreciate kitchen tasks because every physical act provides therapy for my restless thoughts tumbling.
While I’m washing the dishes haiku’s pop into my mind ...Same thing happens with the cans on the countertop, or tablecloths in the cupboard, or the lion next tot the spring flowers.
The whole kitchen (and therefore also my head) is full of poetry. But I guess it’s safer to stop bothering you with these thoughts.