Two weeks ago I suggested that you start to express your thoughts and feelings and I write them down for you because you did not feel fit enough to write poems on your own. Sipping some coffee we started talking about your art therapy and I took notes as fast as I could. What you told me turned into a report of feelings that had come up while painting the picture above.
There was Frederik, a character introduced by the art teacher to help experiment with different shades of grey. At the same time it reminded you of a book with a mouse called Frederik you had seen as a child. I understood how these feelings haunted you, so I sat down at home and composed them into a poem called “Frederik the mouse”:
Frederik does everything in a different way
mice collect things all of them do
they look for nuts look for grains
yet he tries to catch colors
and rays of the sun
they all do it the easy way
and get started right away
but me, I’m stopped in my tracks
do not find anything
not even a starter
no bit of courage
no strategy
it can’t be so much trouble
Frederik and his different ways
he goes happily about it
well, I will tackle it anew
I don’t have quite the right mix
but I have the colors
I have words
have the sunshine
