Janne De Rijck from Belgium (Mary Jane on Fb) writes poetry
since the age of 14 and brought out many collections. After playing music with
Scottish Brian Nelson during many years, she became a freelance travel, art
and music reporter (writer/photographer) from 1990 onwards. She took up web
building in 1996, traveled a lot in Europe, Africa, and Asia.
She writes in English since 2010.
Since then she brought out seven new books of which six poetry volumes, “Magma in the Breeze”, Primalogue, Bangalore, India, 2012 -
“Through the crystal veil”, Brian Wrixton, Ontario, Canada, 2013 –
“A hundred and one ripples”, Ontario, 2014,
“Traveling Light” 2015, Argotistonline, UK, ebook.
'The Trail of the tree”, 2016, Bloom editions, be.
each holding over a hundred poems. Her poems appeared also in about 8 anthologies.
The novel “Saved by the Swell” 2nd edition, ebook by Argitistonline, UK 2017
“Outside the gray”, Dec 2018, Bloom Editions, 103 poems.
Her website: http://jannederijck.wordpress.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR
She writes in English since 2010.
Since then she brought out seven new books of which six poetry volumes, “Magma in the Breeze”, Primalogue, Bangalore, India, 2012 -
“Through the crystal veil”, Brian Wrixton, Ontario, Canada, 2013 –
“A hundred and one ripples”, Ontario, 2014,
“Traveling Light” 2015, Argotistonline, UK, ebook.
'The Trail of the tree”, 2016, Bloom editions, be.
each holding over a hundred poems. Her poems appeared also in about 8 anthologies.
The novel “Saved by the Swell” 2nd edition, ebook by Argitistonline, UK 2017
“Outside the gray”, Dec 2018, Bloom Editions, 103 poems.
Her website: http://jannederijck.wordpress.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR
Mirrors inside out·
When the persistent grays
become
too dull to stay omnipotent- like the present
Cold comes and grabs them by the scruff of the neck
Skin screaming “What the heck?”
too dull to stay omnipotent- like the present
Cold comes and grabs them by the scruff of the neck
Skin screaming “What the heck?”
An icy grip, a frozen heart
reflecting,
Gnawing at all hope,
Challenged recollection.
Gnawing at all hope,
Challenged recollection.
Rain has no colour, nor does ice,
When the morning reveals all branches laden
with a startling frozen layer,
Shining like crystal in dim sunlight
Reflecting our north-wind-lashed mind
Like they were mirrors inside out.
When the morning reveals all branches laden
with a startling frozen layer,
Shining like crystal in dim sunlight
Reflecting our north-wind-lashed mind
Like they were mirrors inside out.
Silent
partner
Death, you
silent partner of our future
You came again today
To grab hold of whom we love
To blow out another torch of joy,
the humble light we keep alive,
the anemone to rest another arm...
the simmering glow of our affections.
You came again today
To grab hold of whom we love
To blow out another torch of joy,
the humble light we keep alive,
the anemone to rest another arm...
the simmering glow of our affections.
Death you silent
partner of my future,
today again you bring the snow
While we lay her body gently
the black coffin in lilies' glow.
today again you bring the snow
While we lay her body gently
the black coffin in lilies' glow.
In memoriam
Paula van Lancker, my dear old landlord and friend. who passed away aged 93.
~
Green
Valley
·
Slowly our
body shows the marks of our lifestyle.
Slowly our head starts to look like our mind.
Surely the numbers of days are showing,
Surely both, the bad and the excellent times.
Slowly our head starts to look like our mind.
Surely the numbers of days are showing,
Surely both, the bad and the excellent times.
Your life
partner dies, a part of you goes missing.
The echo of your footsteps is bland.
The soundboard to your deepest emotions
The voice that drove you mad, but made you take a stand.
The echo of your footsteps is bland.
The soundboard to your deepest emotions
The voice that drove you mad, but made you take a stand.
The road
feels ended, the path has been walked
A ravine or a desert is where you now belong
The sky throws kisses, is his ghost there?
What I’d give to be still believing
There’s another green valley ahead.
A ravine or a desert is where you now belong
The sky throws kisses, is his ghost there?
What I’d give to be still believing
There’s another green valley ahead.
8 Oct. 2018
What is this silent fight?
What is this silent fight,
this tenacious struggle to avoid the
final glide into the abyss of despair…
What is this strangest phase in life when all seems done,
the reasons to stay and keep the nest now obsolete?
What is this silent fight, against our self,
Reason trying to overrule emotion?
Why were we born with the devotion, to be true to our heart?
Every single day in our individual growth,
we strive to follow the whizzing arrows of our heart,
we ache to be loyal, and not lose our own core…
Integrity your destiny…
Only to realize towards the end, now that our ego has withstood
the test of all raptures,
we have to let it go.
What is this battle to hold on to what we know,
our own self hard enough to control,
and when it has become our only best friend,
we are told to let it go.
This abyss tho’ is but one side of this coin,
Above it, a vast sunny sky beckoning
a universe of the free soul to welcoming.
Wouldn’t it be thrilling to meet our guardian angels…
and put our heads to rest.
April 2017
Rise, Chile, Rise!
Is it time for us, poets
to speak of these moments
These moments when a country cries out for the truth
The truth of suppression, of murder and corruption
The weight of a dictatorship, democracy a fluke!
to speak of these moments
These moments when a country cries out for the truth
The truth of suppression, of murder and corruption
The weight of a dictatorship, democracy a fluke!
Is it time to talk of all the injustice
Of millions of people that can't make ends meet
That work and work, and seem to get poorer
While politicians bathe in money and laugh in their greed
Rise, Chile, rise, avenge all your artists!
that were silenced by your government, that inhumane beast
That banned all that's freedom and gave away your riches
Exploited the soil to give away what you need,
The copper-mines, the glaciers, the water is melted
To sell far away, while desert-folks die of thirst indeed
While people are struggling to even take the metro
While avocado that grows there doesn't even come cheap!
Is it time for us, poets
to stand up for humanity?
To speak of these rodents that spoil a good scene
And of the fact that this special and peaceful revolution
brings people together when in frantic need.
October 26, 2019
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7 comments:
Beautiful poems!! Loved Mirrors inside out and Silent Partner!
"Rain has no colour, nor does ice,
When the morning reveals all branches laden
with a startling frozen layer,
Shining like crystal in dim sunlight
Reflecting our north-wind-lashed mind
Like they were mirrors inside out. "
"Death, you silent partner of our future" , yes indeed !!
Loved Rise, Chile, Rise
Thanks a lot for the exposure!
Alistair Towesland Allen I do not read, review, critique, nor analyze such epiphanous verse. Janne de Rijck instead has turned me into a thief of hope, a bumbling burglar bungling into her gems of visceral joy.
She declaims my "grays" (of despair, dread, and mourning for lil sis rip) will become "too dull" to reign over me "omnipotent" as only this "present" Now should.
I know not what an "inside out mirror", nor a "north-wind-lashed mind" may be but I clutch her analogies like balm to rub over my grieving mind as I steal away from her sublime poems. Her words are now my tools to grapple with grief peripherally.
She understands how death blew out my "torch of joy" and articulates for me the silent moan in my throat
She attacks nature's transparency for me, as I also seek senseless vengeance, by accusing "rain" and "ice" of having "no colour". The second time reading that accusation turns into a wondrous compliment about rare impartiality, and a needed neutrality in our nattering nests and turbulent society now on universe's endangered list.
She makes me fall in love with an obscure foreign country in our southern continent, escorts and chaperones us on first blind date and makes me wish to save our innocent new old friend from political predators.
She relegates "death" to a "partner" in "future" ostensibly awaiting its turn for a last dance on my list.
I do not read Janne de Rijck. I shift my paradigms to follow the glints of glory from her bejewelled statements hinting of heavens hiding in plain sight behind our own ability to deconstruct our life's daily dramas too.
Chile really hits where it should quite stark, and her sentiments are do relatable they are all of us, this poet spreads peace and balm turning fear and despair inside out
Rise ,Chile Rise ,seems to be a poem written for India too , the need to clear the country of ravaging rodents is a loud , despairing cry. Heartfelt ,sensitive poems all.
Nice to hear! Thank you all for your comments!
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