{"id":11727,"date":"2019-05-03T07:03:22","date_gmt":"2019-05-03T05:03:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=11727"},"modified":"2019-05-03T07:19:33","modified_gmt":"2019-05-03T05:19:33","slug":"lisan-lauvenberg-over-de-doden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2019\/05\/03\/lisan-lauvenberg-over-de-doden\/","title":{"rendered":"Lisan Lauvenberg over de doden"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/lisanl1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"Deze afbeelding heeft een leeg alt-attribuut; de bestandsnaam is lisanl1-225x300.jpg\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>LEVEN <\/strong><br>  <br> Vandaag wilde ik er niet zijn<br> omdat ik afscheid moest nemen<br> <br> van iemand die me dierbaar was,<br> die mijn woorden als kristallen las<br> en altijd in mijn ogen woonde.<br> <br> In mijn hoofd dans je nog<br> de lachwekkenste cha tja cha<br> en bega je flaters voor het leven. <br> <br> Zo schaterlach ik ons verleden<br> de tranen hebben geen tijd gehad. <br> <br> <br> \u00a9lisan lauvenberg <br> 27 september 2013<br> <br> <br> <em>pom: <br> Gedicht loopt als een trein tot voorbij de laatste wissel. Een oprecht gevoel in een waardig rijm neergelegd. Bijna zou je willen sterven om dit gedicht voorgedragen te krijgen op je crematie.<br> <br> <br> roop: lisan lauvenberg <br> of het gedicht oprecht is of niet, doet er niet zo veel toe: oprechtheid kan een gedicht net zo goed helpen als vernietigen. het lijkt oprecht en voor po\u00ebzie is dat genoeg, want het maakt dat het gedicht niet te lijden heeft onder woorden als afscheid, dierbaar en verleden. mooi ritme in een mooi gedicht, waarin subtiel rijm het melodieuze karakter nog eens extra versterkt.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"288\" height=\"384\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GERRIT1.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-11729\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GERRIT1.jpg 288w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GERRIT1-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 288px) 100vw, 288px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>We waren in de Algarve in Portugal en hoorden het bericht over de dood van Komrij via een vriend uit Nederland. En dan gebeuren er vreemde dingen met de waarneming, De dode verschijnt steeds weer, levendiger dan ooit, in alle honderden kleine herinneringen verschijnt hij steeds weer opnieuw. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GERRIT2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-11730\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GERRIT2-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/GERRIT2.jpg 410w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong><br> <br> Hoe het fabeldier verder leeft. <\/strong><br> <br> Je zweefde op het strand voorbij<br> niet een keer <br> maar in honderden gedaantes<br> van je geboorte tot je sterven<br> <br> het was alsof ik tussen zee <br> en hemel jou pogingen <br> tot overleven zag <br> <br> Een laatste kans om woordeloos<br> te bewijzen dat het genoeg<br> en voor eeuwig was. <br> <br> Wist je toen je op sterven lag<br> dat je vermenigvuldigd zou worden<br> in woorden en in liefde.<br> <br> Dat geven we je nu mee<br> hoe geliefd en gezien je was.<br> We vinden je steeds opnieuw<br> in je woorden, bij de zee en in ons hart. <br> <br> <br> \u00a9lisan lauvenberg <br> juli 2012<\/p>\n\r\n\t\t<style>\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons {\r\n\t\t\t\tborder:0px solid #0FB5D6;\r\n\t\t\t\tborder-radius:5px;\r\n\t\t\t\tbackground:#3BD8FF;\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t text-align:right; \t\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t#huge-it-share-buttons-top {margin-bottom:0px;}\r\n\t\t\t#huge-it-share-buttons-bottom {margin-top:0px;}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons h3 {\r\n\t\t\t\tfont-size:25px ;\r\n\t\t\t\tfont-family:Arial,Helvetica Neue,Helvetica,sans-serif;\r\n\t\t\t\tcolor:#666666;\r\n\r\n\t\t\tdisplay:block;\t\t\t\tline-height:25px ;\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t text-align:right; 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