{"id":19546,"date":"2021-09-27T16:18:00","date_gmt":"2021-09-27T14:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=19546"},"modified":"2021-09-27T17:06:40","modified_gmt":"2021-09-27T15:06:40","slug":"karin-beumkes-september-feeling-over-mijn-lievelingsmaand-ik-zie-in-september-het-zomerse-loof-als-roestplekken-op-de-grond","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2021\/09\/27\/karin-beumkes-september-feeling-over-mijn-lievelingsmaand-ik-zie-in-september-het-zomerse-loof-als-roestplekken-op-de-grond\/","title":{"rendered":"KARIN BEUMKES September feeling: over mijn lievelingsmaand. Ik zie in september het zomerse loof als roestplekken op de grond."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2-1024x576.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-19357\" width=\"512\" height=\"288\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2-1536x864.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2-1568x882.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/karinB2.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 512px) 100vw, 512px\" \/><\/a><figcaption><em>Dear Pom<br>Een oud gedicht over mijn lievelingsmaand. Ik zie in september het zomerse loof als roestplekken op de grond. September is mijn maand, ik krijg er een diep spiritueel gevoel bij. Gepofte aardappels bij een warm haardvuur, zoiets dus. En droom stil.<br><br><br>Liefs<br>Karin<br><\/em><br><br><br><br><br><strong>September feeling<\/strong><br><br><br>Ik wil vrijen weet je.<br>Hij zegt dat wens ik ook.<br>We hebben bakstenen gestolen<br>en earl grey gerookt.<br>Mijn ogen zaten potdicht van al die rare kruiden<br>en in de verte huilde een oud kasteel.<br><br>Ruk niet aan ons, september is los<br>alles wordt zichtbaar kun je er tegen?<br>Beweeg je als ons, als ons, ons Als, Ons Als.<br><br>Met alle wilde spinnen mee. <br><br>Karin Beumkes<br><br><br><br>Muziek: <strong>Melanie &#8211; Peace will come<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/0b9W_z7Rm9E\">https:\/\/youtu.be\/0b9W_z7Rm9E<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"MELANIE Peace Will Come (&#039;73)\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0b9W_z7Rm9E?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\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; \t\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons ul {\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t float:right; \t\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons ul li {\r\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left:3px;\r\n\t\t\t\tmargin-right:3px;\r\n\t\t\t\tpadding:0px;\r\n\t\t\t\tborder:0px ridge #E6354C;\r\n\t\t\t\tborder-radius:11px;\r\n\t\t\t\tbackground-color:#14CC9B;\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons ul li #backforunical19546 {\r\n\t\t\t\tborder-bottom: 0;\r\n\t\t\t\tbackground-image:url('https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/plugins\/wp-share-buttons\/Front_end\/..\/images\/buttons.20.png');\r\n\t\t\t\twidth:20px;\r\n\t\t\t\theight:20px;\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.front-shares-count {\r\n\t\t\t\tposition: absolute;\r\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\r\n\t\t\t\tdisplay: block;\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.shares_size20 .front-shares-count {\r\n\t\t\t\tfont-size: 10px;\r\n\t\t\t\ttop: 10px;\r\n\t\t\t\twidth: 20px;\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.shares_size30 .front-shares-count {\r\n\t\t\t\tfont-size: 11px;\r\n\t\t\t\ttop: 15px;\r\n\t\t\t\twidth: 30px;\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.shares_size40 .front-shares-count {\r\n\t\t\t\tfont-size: 12px;\r\n\t\t\t\ttop: 21px;\r\n\t\t\t\twidth: 40px;\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\t\t<\/style>\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t<div id=\"huge-it-share-buttons-top\" class=\"huge-it-share-buttons nobackground\">\r\n\t\t\t<h3>Share This:<\/h3>\r\n\t\t\t<ul class=\"huge-it-share-buttons-list \">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li class=\"nobackground \" >\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a id=\"backforunical19546\" href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/sharer\/sharer.php?u=www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19546\"  onclick=\"javascript:void window.open('https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/sharer\/sharer.php?u=www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19546','1410949501326','width=700,height=500,toolbar=0,menubar=0,location=0,status=1,scrollbars=1,resizable=1,left=0,top=0');return false;\" style=\"background-position: -0px -80px \"><\/a>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li class=\"nobackground \" >\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a id=\"backforunical19546\" href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share?status=www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19546&text=KARIN BEUMKES September feeling: over mijn lievelingsmaand. 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