Friday, September 29, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 29.09.2017 / 24.03.2017





Dignity
    Fat
Smoke
Dust
Had
Locked
The pores
Of
Dignity
Now
All
Secrets
    Stay
In the house

Night
    Heavy
Lay
The night
And
Then
Again
Light
As
The moon
Broke
    Through the
Clouds

Frightening
    it is
Frightening
How
Deep
You
Can look
Into
The
Abysm
Of
    Some
Souls

Promontory
    Sometimes
The
Birches
Bend
Some-
Times
Water
Ripples
Remain
    Sitting
On the jetty

Change
    The wind
Breaks
In the
Branches
For
Long
But
Then
The
    Branches
Break

Dreams
    Only in
Our
Dreams
We
Can
Chase
After
The
Shadow
    Of
Eternity

Dawn
    Let’s
Not
Fool
Ourselves
The day
Starts
At
Dawn
    To
Perish

Music
    If the
Music
Dies
It
Is
Carried
To the grave
In
    Concert
Grands

        "The Day the Music Died " by Don McLean
        Concert grands – KonzertFlügel, literally concert wings

Reasoning
    So many
People
Have
Ceased  
To
Reason
Or
Conveniently
Never
    Started
At all

Have you ever tried to make a photograph of a bee? 


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