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Prompt

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Two people speaking at the table next to me
In French
The faint sound of music playing in the background
The sound of dishes, clanking against each other
Chattering away
The sound of the chair being pulled on the ground
Groaning as if in pain

Other voices
Other people talking
My notebook
My pen with the statue of the Martini Tower hanging from it

The hum of conversation is oddly calming
There are people around me
But they don’t demand my attention
The music is lovely
Not too loud

I sit next to the large window
With my coffee
And a copy of Imaginative Writing
From which I got a writing prompt
And started writing

January 10th, 2018
Premiere Moisson

At the ball

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Clad in their golden-orange gowns
They are at a most beautiful ball
Music playing
A gentle breeze moving their
Shimmering attire
And creating rustling sounds

They know the ball will end soon
And they will have to wait another year
Before they call return to this festivity
So they savour these last moments of bliss
As they sway to the mesmerising music

Nov. 4th, 2017

The beautiful continent

So what do you do when you have been dreaming
Of something for years and years
And suddenly the dream becomes a reality
Without you planning it?

I’m talking about my trip to Africa
A dream that has been with me for a long time
Like a loyal friend

My great great grandmother hails from this land
Her story an intriguing one
She was brought to Iran to work
At the home of the Master of the house
But Became his second wife

She was beautiful, I hear
But we don’t know which country she was from
Her story is shrouded in mystery
Mysterious like the continent she is from

So, it’s to her land of birth that I go
With hope and expectation
To the land of wonderful people with
Radiant smiles
To the land of music, dance and drums!

February 15th, 2016

The realm of the invisible…

The faculty that helps us create is other-worldly
Cannot be of the material world
We use elements of the material world
To create beautiful music, write beautiful poetry
Create beautiful art
But what creates it is other-worldly
Intangible
Invisible
Mysterious…

And what comes from the invisible realm
Touches our heart and soul
Which belongs to the realm of the unseen

Music transports us to another time and place
Poetry sheds light on concepts that
Don’t belong to the realm of matter
Art cheers the soul!

The invisible, intangible, mysterious part of our reality
Craves beauty, and harmony and purity
And when presented with these
It feels nourished and satisfied

A sad heart is cheered by a joyous melody
A distressed soul is uplifted by the magic of poetry

The invisible is made visible by the arts
And in turn touches the invisible part of us!

Lida Berghuis
November 24th, 2014

The sound cloud…

Where are you on the sound cloud, I asked a friend
The sound cloud…
The cloud that sings
The cloud that soothes the soul
The cloud that inspires and energises
A magical cloud!

The sound cloud
A place I should visit more often
To feed my soul
To feel joyful!

The sound cloud!
My favourite kind of cloud
No rain comes from this cloud
No gloomy weather accompanies it

This cloud rains emotions
Happy emotions, sad emotions
Genuine emotions, powerful emotions

This cloud does not block the sun
It opens the gates to serenity and calm

The sound cloud
My favourite cloud
I should go there more often
To console my sometimes weary soul

Lida Berghuis
September 14th, 2014

My Shield

Fragile,and art is my shield
It saves me in the battles of life
I still get bloodied and bruised
But have the strength to carry on

When the world and its mundane things
Its troubles and toils
Try to bring me down
I seek refuge in art

When the physical world becomes like a cage
Art is the hand that opens the door
My spirit can then roam in the ethereal world
It can be refreshed and renewed

Poetry, music, the beauty of art
Connect my soul to the spiritual world
Where joy abounds
Where it’s peaceful!

‘Oriental’

It touches me somewhere deep within
Perhaps it reminds me of the sorrows I’ve experienced
Perhaps it lets me know it’s OK to suffer, we all do
Perhaps it comforts me
Wraps its arms around me and tells me things will be fine
Perhaps it reveals the beauty of the human spirit
Perhaps it reminds me of how fragile we are

*This poem was response to a beautiful piece of music
called ‘oriental’ by Entique Granados