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On the River
I.
Blue sky
Blue
water
White
house
White
boats
White
bridge
Green
trees
Green
grass
II.
Blue sky
White
house
Green
grass
Blue
water
White
boats
Green
trees
III.
Houseboats
gliding
Houseboats
mooring
Same
blue sky
Same
blue water
IV.
Let the
houseboats glide away
Let
trees, grass and houses stay
Be on
the white bridge
Be under
the bridge
Just be
sure
To let
the other go or stay
Poem
Lothar M. Kirsch © 2018
#WeeklyphotoPrompt
Hosted
by +Prasanna Kkumar
Courtesy
image +George Petrovsky
Rocks of the Broken Heart
Iron breaks
Rocks break
And hearts break most easily
The rocks of the broken heart
So cold
So lonely
But the golden rays of hope
Shine through this broken heart
To be mended soon
Poem Lothar M. Kirsch © 2018
Image ©Gel Poetry Garden
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#weekly-photo-prompt-40
Iron breaks
Rocks break
And hearts break most easily
The rocks of the broken heart
So cold
So lonely
But the golden rays of hope
Shine through this broken heart
To be mended soon
Poem Lothar M. Kirsch © 2018
Image ©Gel Poetry Garden
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#weekly-photo-prompt-40
Hosted
by: +Gel Poetry Garden
Words, Stone and
Sand
I had
written words
Into the
sand
Crabbed
Maybe
hoping
For
eternity to preserve them
Others
had carved words
Into
stone
Now
unreadable
Stone
crumbled into sand
Even
when all sand will be gone
The
moments will retain a resting spot
Picture
and poem by Lothar M. Kirsch © 2018
Past the Graves
At night
Past the graves to the cemetery chapel
Dim light spots of an oil lamp
The black of the night turns blue at the edges
Onset
Shimmering small, flaming candles
Shadow of our weakness
Another tear again
When our time has trickled off
Sand grain after sand grain
Ashes will fill the urn
Who shall bear the urn
And delete the words?
Picture and poem by Lothar M. Kirsch © 2018
At night
Past the graves to the cemetery chapel
Dim light spots of an oil lamp
The black of the night turns blue at the edges
Onset
Shimmering small, flaming candles
Shadow of our weakness
Another tear again
When our time has trickled off
Sand grain after sand grain
Ashes will fill the urn
Who shall bear the urn
And delete the words?
Picture and poem by Lothar M. Kirsch © 2018
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