Still children seeking their way home
Still children seeking their way home

We are grown people we claim.
To prove it our lips form a tight line,
our faces show wrinkles
which remind us of years of
living,
striving,
surviving,
crying after lost loves,
burying friends,
holding babies,
doing the washing and cooking.

Behind all the pretence, the masks,
the make up to cover the sharp lines,
one child meeting another,
forever trembling,
stumbling,
wondering,
hoping to make sense.

We are grown people we claim
but deep down, if only we had eyes to see,
we are still children seeking our way home.

2003

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Poems chosen from an anthology of poems called ‘For Crying Out Loud – Voice of an Exile’, published early 2016.

Bettina

Bettina John von Freyend-Peterseil was born at the end of the 2nd World War in Germany. She exiled herself early on, travelling the world, never able to settle anywhere for long. She now lives in the West of Ireland, where she and her husband built their home, raised their children and tended the land. She has been teaching, writing and in the past 15 years creating her collage work.

The poetry compilation ‘For Crying Out Loud- voice of an exile’ comes at a time when globally people are forced to move on a large scale. Bettina offers a personal account of the mindset of a self imposed exile. She reveals her disconnection and her longing to belong mirroring a world also steeped in separation.

Ouevre

Who was I?

Poetry by Bettina

Who was I before I forgot your face? Who was I before I forgot your name? Who was I before? My mother’s face, my father’s face, my brother’s face. Mother...
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Disconnection

Poetry by Bettina

Disconnected, heavily defended, I avoid you when I pass you in the street, our eyes don’t meet, like empty shuttles they seem to be travelling nowhere. Disconnected, heavily defended, I...
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Lakishma 2

Poetry by Bettina

I have grown old and tired. My hair turned white over years of longing and reaching for Lakishma. I have looked for Lakishma around every corner and beneath every stone....
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Anthology

You are an Era

Poetry by Sanaya

You are an era And I am a tourist, reading A history book about you. I went through the several phases — Old school rock, 60’s jazz and retro The...
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