Friday, September 22, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 22.09.2017 / 10.03.2017



Wasp’s Flight
    There may be
Someone
Who
Cannot
Describe
The
Wasp’s flight
He
Should
Ask
The bees
To
    Explain
The flight

Stigmata
    And then
Carries
Stigmata
As
One
Stigmatized
Just
Because he
Pressed
The
Roses
    Too
Strongly

Doves
    The doves
Fly
In
Circles
In a
Swarm
Just
Rarely
One
On the ground
Dead
In the swarm
    The doves
Are immortal

Mars
    Man
Will
Settle on
Mars
In
200 years
Will
Have to
Because
We are
Too stupid
    To preserve
This earth

Sand
    Not for long
You
Can
Lie
In summer-
Sand
Look
Fall
Has gone
And icy
    Winter
Is pelting

Doesn’t Work
    You can
Hold
Notes
In front of
Goldfish
But
They
Won’t sing
So
You can
Also
Show
Data
To politicians
But
    They won’t
Care

The word
    But
The word
Doesn’t
Decay
To dust
Forever
What it is
    Forever
It stays
„zerfallen die Worte dahinter zu Staub“
Stellmuth Opitz: Berührung & Zerfall
“The words behind turn to dust”
Stellmuth Opitz: Touch & Decay

Ripples
    Always
Onwards
Looking
Into
The
Ripples
Of
The
Creek
As
Into
    A children’s
Kaleidoscope

Leylines
    Yes
On
Apples
Or
Potatoes
You
Can
Certainly
Continue
To
Search
    For
Leylines
Äpfel – apples
Erdäpfel – potatoes (Austrian German)

Gull
    There
The gull
Was standing
So
Undisturbed
In
The blue
Of
Heaven
    Crazy
As if
The
Universe
Would
    Revolve
Around it
UnVerrückt – undisturbed
Verrückt – crazy

Ax
    He had
Dipped
His
Ax
In chlorine bleach
Then
Rinsed it
Cleaned it
Abraded it
With
Pine bark
    Shortly after
The murder

New Noon
    Also
At
New moon
Rivulet
Pebbles
Have
Themselves
Tickled
By
The
    Soft
Water


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