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Tim Huijts
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Posting about books, photos, nature, mental health, some music and some science - photos mine

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Medicine 19%

where years turn
shadowstreaks deepen

someone else, no doubt, by now
words all but shadows

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So the full moon comes in, and the room becomes phosphorescent with silence …

Clarice Lispector

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She looks into me
The unknowing heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
Under the clouds of her eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
Together inseparable
Alive alive
He alive she alive
And my head rolls through her dreams.

~Paul Éluard (trans. T. Kline)

drawn home
retracing shadows

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So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

T. S. Eliot

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Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don’t Know Your Name,”

🙏🏻🫂

'People do awful things to each other. But it's worse in places where everyone is kept in the dark.'
-Tom Stoppard, Night & Day

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Illuminated Flower ~ Odilon Redon

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I can give you my loneliness,
my darkness,
the hunger of my heart.

~Jorge Luis Borges

I still look up, to where
your light found my feet -
the stars you wrote
in puddles

I'm so sorry 🫂

poppy-heart, petal-wings,
missed beats still heard

cloudwoven moonsail
moored in me

come, write us, unfinish our book

'Nameless and patient, these things had been waiting in the dark, waiting for her to come back and enjoy them. They met her eye with self-possession.'
-Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

What life do words have if I don't breathe them, but swallow them, more caged birds for my stomach? Open my mouth to you, let my words speak feathers to your skin

...hers and mine are the same.

November bloom -
hope despite

dream of us
to meet me there

From the shadows, you are watching me dance in the light, smiling at you, beckoning. You are not coming closer; I understand, it feels safer there. I will also take shelter in the dark, existing but unseen, finding you in words unwritten.

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tiny winged thing
[broken or unbroken]
as breath held soft
within my body
or released to sky
[together or apart]
you are still
my heart

Memories of words that still live, unseen, unheard, but breathing, humming, in fingers, on lips

vines unblushed
clouds falling for us