One Month Later
One month later, the rucksack Is still not unpacked, my backlog Of poetry and fiction still digital, Untranscribed to hand, dreams Left to moulder in sterile boxes Of electrics. The… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Zikaden II/Cicadas II
Ein neuer Tag. Die Zikaden surren im Friedhof. Heute ist Beerdigung, und ein Altes Leben muss gefeiert werden. Dem Tod wird kein Wort gegeben. Die Kerzen sind in der Sonne… Continue Reading
Zikaden/Cicadas
Die Zikaden schweigen im Schatten. Der Tag war lang und schwer. Der Wind ist zu warm. Hier am Friedhof beim Meer Sind die Bäume weiß bemalt. Die Farbe schmilzt in… Continue Reading
177/2023
She was Powerless to Overcome her Neverending Tenderness for A man Never Entirely happy Or at ease Under the Spite of his mind. Coming to her Overcame his Madness for… Continue Reading
176/2023
Nature’s revenge is a tool of precision. It wraps itself around the poor plans of Men and women who think they Have outwitted her with modern things. Innovation without a… Continue Reading
175/2023
The ground of the rebellion forest Is thick with age, Kett’s footsteps Long gone under the layers of Time passed, the hollows more Shallow now than then. In the Middle… Continue Reading
174/2023
Happiness is not my natural habitat. I have often been there, inside that Jungle, but found it too luscious, too Wild, too unpredictable and inconsistent, And retreated beyond its boundaries… Continue Reading
173/2023
They scatter their bodies across Our table overnight for us to Find in the morning. At least at this time of the year Most of their life is spent in… Continue Reading
172/2023
In the cinema in Scotland As a child, I watched Lost Horizon With my father, and that valley Shangri La was became a place I would lose myself in when… Continue Reading
171/2023
The thing about the mind is That it always expects us to Exceed our own expectations Despite the impossibilities In that simple set of thoughts. We bend ourselves into the… Continue Reading