Marloes van Houten: POIEMA

I write/
with my being/
a signature into this world/
a poiema, a living poem/
I become/

We write/
with our beings/
and leave a legacy/
of belonging, isolation, connection, dissonance/

Hidden stories/
whispered/
through the village walls/
cold, stagnant, innocent, fenced/
we furnish ourselves with modernity/
and forget the prominent/
that continues to take shape/

A city poiema written/

but not birthed/
finds its way/
Life nor death withhold/
A passionate tango/
To unfold

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