The Most Beautiful Hours
The Most Beautiful Hours combines poems that are my mementos of an extraordinary year. Because 2020 was the year of trials and errors. Of goodbyes, of new beginnings, of new thoughts and plans. Almost a new epoch of enlightenment. What was imposed on us as a restriction offered opportunities for deepening or even dissolving relationships, for reflection and confrontation with ourselves, with our fears, our desires. And it also allowed for our reinvention.
The Isolation Diary
It’s up to us now to weather this current situation well – by staying at home and keeping social distance. So I stay at home using the spare time and write/draw a diary from the self isolation.
We got the first bread crumbs, but it’s too early to request the whole bread yet.
And this day, togetherness is our curse. For you must bear all my wrath.
That night, the rear window showed a thriller that suspended the boredom.
Social distancingis the newintergenerational contract.
Was he too sarcastic again or was I just highly sensitive?
They were not sure if theyshould resist the temptation. But they gave in.
The party was on the rocks because I was busy with my ending.
Did it ever occur to you that I might need you to be my friend?
Due to the isolationshe did not haveto celebrate this day.
How can I long for boredom when I have forgotten what it feels like?
Shopping is not much fun anymore, I’m almost running out of breath.
Every day is like the other and I lose my orientation.
These days teach usthat for everyone timemoves at a different speed
In between I try to pretend at least a little normality.
Together but yet each for himself we prepare restarting futures.