Friday, March 24, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 24.03.2017 / 22.07.2016


Wind
    the wind
scratches
his
nuts
when
he
grazes
    through
the trees

Creaking
    the creaking
floorboards
are
supplied
no more
and we
throw
away
renew
    before
boards creak

Yellowed
    yellowed
papers
disappeared
long ago
found
again
no
computer file
    could
achieve this

The Sea
    the sea
may
sway
but
never
is
the sea
giddy
or
    inebriated
at all

Cabbage
    the cabbage-
head
is
very much
the same
like
us
because
he, too
contains
    no
brain

Meander
    the river
meandering
through
the landscape
like
    my
signature


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