Poems • Zatarra Rafaël Photography & Poetry

At a new morning
is shining a light
is singing a raven so bright:

“Release, release your worries”

Allow, allow your imagination
for it is your great strength
creation for a smiling world

“Release, release your worries”

Do not expect a paean from another
be yourself the song you like to hear
in the new world in the morning dear

Images created using AI. For prompts I used parts of my poem. Slightly edited by me afterwards.

You know the song of your heart
listen deeply, in silence, dance

release the invisible threads
they torment, deeply, the heart

open up, go straight through fear, shine
your light, Ra fa ah, Rafah

You know the song of your heart
listen deeply, in silence, sing

allow your long hidden voice to be heard
gentle and strong

open up, go straight through fear, shine
your light, Ra fa ah, Rafah

You know the song of your heart
hear, sing and dance

Zatarra Rafaël

Images created using AI. For prompts I used parts of my poem. Afterwards compiled and edited by me.

Dare I

to shape-shift
from Dandelion flower
into Dandelion clock
from one into many

Dare I

to open up
all of myself
to behold
for what it is

Dare I

to be authentic
uncompromising, unique
in grace, lovingly
all that I am

I Dare

In response to Monika Joras her poem for the poem carousel of the Haarlem Poetryline, from April 2024.

Images created using AI. For prompts I used parts of my poem. Afterwards compiled and edited by me.

Maybe I like, to stay curious, about you
as an unfolding love dancing like spring
and continuing to smell like tender apple blossoms

Searched not for you, found within me
like love dances in winter
to a silent melody of ice crystals

Maybe, I like to stay curious about you
don’t burn myself at a sizzling summer love
and left behind incinerated within a charred landscape

Maybe I like to stay curious, about you
harvest together in fall and taste
each, you have the apple, me the pear

Searched not for you, found within me

In response to Simon Mulder’s poem for the poem carousel of the Haarlem Poetryline, from March 2024.

Images created using AI. For prompts I used parts of my poem. Afterwards compiled and edited by me.

Thou who opens
in silence
resilient

Thou who dances
beneath the surface
merry

Thou who seeps slowly
like a stream
of a mountain,
also finds the sea

Thou who sees,
more of the road
than the ferocious waterfall,
and enjoys

Thou who opens
in silence
resilient

In response to the poem “The Strongest” by Diana Ozon for the poem carousel of the Haarlemse Dichtlijn (Haarlem Poetry Line), from April 2023.

For my poem, I asked myself:
“The strongest, who or what is that?”

Image created with the help of AI.

That moment right before, all comes together

That moment, time holds its breath

That moment …

will it happen
or will something come in between?

All winds blow
from within their own
street humanity walks
from all directions of the wind
to the central square

will there be peace?
a Heaven on Earth …

“Imagine” John Lennon sings

What if every human, would choose peace?

What if every human, takes responsibility for peace?

Zatarra Rafaël

Note:
The poem above was published in the poetry collection “Plot”, a publication of the Haarlemse Dichtlijn. Unfortunately an error occurred during the printing process, herewith the rectification.

Note 2:
For the best display of the poem on tablet and smartphone, keep your screen horizontal.

Will it become reality or remain a potential?

The above images are both AI-generated. For clarity and transparency, I will always indicate when an image was created using AI.

The prompts for these images were components of the poem I wrote called, “Get-together.”

If to my father
his father is unknown
his name, unknown

I’m daughter from
an unrooted family

Now my tree is rooting
in my chosen name

Zatarra Rafaël

Tear of the Sun

Life is singing,
while bathing in water, slowly evaporating

Life is rich,
in the fullness of the warm Sun

The Sun is crying,
so that the withered landscape
can become, green again

The Sun is crying,
for an exuberant harvest
in fall

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