Adds an extra purpose

Fenny Sterenborg

Fenny Sterenborg was born in 1956 in a small town in Groningen, a province in the north-east of the Netherlands. There she grew up as the eldest of four siblings. She still lives there today. She was married twice and has two sons, one from each marriage. Though she loves reading from a very early age on, instilled in her by her mother, she only recently (2005) started writing poetry. She publishes her poems on her web-site: Fenny’s Bla Bla Poetry Blog and is pleasantly amazed by the heart warming response and encouragement she gets. Though I still have a lot to learn, I’m pleased that so many enjoy my poems and thus add an extra purpose, she says.

Some of her poems

(All are under copyright )

Withered Grave

Forever yours

my dearly beloved one

Carved in stone, many years ago.

Underneath those loving words, a resting body

far too young, left by it’s soul.

A few lonely flowers come back every year,

but it’s apparent, no living soul is tending here.



From the date, by now, forever must also be gone.

But where did she go, this yours forever,

that dearly beloved one.

Why wasn’t she buried here with you,

like decided all those years ago.

I can only guess the reasons,

but I will never know.



Forever you lie alone, awaiting,

in this grave meant for two.

As I move on, I wonder,

perhaps she did too.

Noises

I woke up this morning

with the city's noises

fusing into my dream

A pride of lions

roaring in anger

The traffic, it must have been

A hunter shouting something

but I probably heard a street vendor

For a moment, total silence

then a shot rings out in the wild

Perhaps a car's broken exhaust

or the toy pistol from a child

The noises slowly become familiar

as I slip out of my dream

I hear the neighbours coming in

through the walls

and I yawn in the dawn's early gleam

The old man from below

like every morning

is listening to the radio

The children from upstairs

screaming their lungs out

and there are people stumbling in the hallway

as they go about

But from the young couple next door

usually fighting, not a sound

Did they finally reconcile

or at long last break up

like they were bound

Suddenly the people in the hallway scream and run

I hear the panic in their voices

and hurry out of bed

As I look through the peephole

I see the guy from next door

his shirt, bloodshed red

and in his hand a gun

Summer Colours

Long curls

lightest blond

like silver and gold

in the saffron sun

Summer dresses

cool white

show lots of skin

golden brown

Painted toenails

fierce red

in summer shoes

walk by

and catch eyes

green and blue

behind black shades

against the gleam

Lullaby

Softly lie down

and close your eyes so blue

worry no more

for tonight I'll watch over you

Gently rest your head

against my soothing chest

for here in my arms

you've found a safe place to rest

Sleep sweet child

in peaceful undisturbed dreams

and don't awake

until the morning beams

Bird Of Prey

Just before dawn

when it’s not dark anymore

but not light either

when everything is shadowless and grey

and only exists through soft whispers

and innuendo

and the air feels like pure silk

softly stroking his body

while the stillness of his motions

almost makes him seem sheer endless

but life itself lacks all meaning

other than to exist

that’s when he wings the sky

looking for prey

Earth's Decline

Never has there been

a greater injustice

or sin - if you would -

than man robbing earth

of all her beauty and good

leaving nothing but dearth

A Wintry Spell

Our town has disappeared

beneath last night’s ton of snow

and trees moan loud while bending double

under their heavy load

The warning’s out

everyone should best stay indoors

for expectations are

there will come down a whole lot more

The word disaster’s spread

all over the news

but when I look outside

all I see is beauty and peace

Suddenly our busy lives

have come full stop

and not used to taking it as it comes

that much

reactions are a bit over the top

So ease your minds

and lose your frowns

and enjoy this wintry spell

the heavens sent down

for in a week or two

at the most

the snow will all have melted

and disappeared

like an evanescent ghost

Thick Skin

Between the layers of my skin

I store all that hurts

and don’t want deep within

even if they’re only words

Lumps Of Ignorance

Pour me another cup of stupid

and sweeten it

with lumps of ignorance

for I feel better

not knowing

Eggshells

The eggshells crushed beneath her feet

when she decided to throw

precautions to the wind

and cross the line

Startled at first

with every little crack

she soon began to love the rhythm

that now accompanied every step

and never tread so light