Poems published at Poets The Original until 22.07.2018

Morning at Beagle Canal

Tranquil morning at the canal

Wind, gust and breeze have ceased

The water lies dark and oily

No ripples, no boat, no rain

An Alaska goose seems to moor

No paddling, no ripples, no movement

But some birds sing into the morning

And flowers open to spread perfume

All serenity will be gone soon

As day proceeds and wind returns

#poetsflashbackweekend

Lothar M. Kirsch ©2017 Ushuaia

Summer storm

After wind and rain

Still dropping

ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray published one of my haiku yesterday:

Sun on the sidewalk

Heading for parasol’s shade

Auntie’s swollen legs

http://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/AJ201807200005.html

Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018

Rhine

River running and rolling

Then slackened and stagnant

Barks bowing to billows

Olive water and withered willows

Boys playing on barren banks

Black smoke blown from barbecues

Mists moving though mornings

Icy mud clings to the mooring

The cranes cross in large crowds

Winter mollies the waterfront

White blanket melts despite the whiff

Rivulet murmurs into the Rhine

Spring returns with snowmelt

River sloshes around and across the slopes

First buds opening for the busy bees

Oh, join me for a journey

Along the towpaths and through towns

Through all seasons with sober mirth

© 2017 Lothar M. Kirsch

#poetsflashbackweekend

"Look, what is best”

We might walk around the city

And do some window shopping

So occupied, what a pity

Suddenly it’s eye-popping

We get closer to the window

Have to shade our eyes with both hands

But the shop keeper reprimands

Even the black dressed widow

Does he know we just want to look?

Or is he more some kind of schnook?

Someone prone to decrepity

Then his face is full of laughter

Recalling mother and daughter

And so woke serendipity

Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018
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Hosted by +karen hayward

Can’t hide

In the dust

The wind

The Mainichi Japan has published this Haiku  today:

After the thunder

The street is darker

And still empty

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Lothar M. Kirsch (Meerbusch, Germany)

Selected by Dhugal J. Lindsay

http://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20180625/p2g/00m/0fe/123000c

For Haiku and pictures on the Blog Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018

Icy Peak

Above the tree line

Ice has carved the granite

We trek along

Through fir woods

Tall and serene

And the wet ground

Speckled with low pines

Snow has covered the rock

We cross a fox trail

Heavily breathing pristine air

Then we reach the ridge

And walking gets easier

The sun glares brightly at us

While the wind is cold and fierce

We’re still putting step after step

We reach the summit, eventually

Enjoy the sight and moment

Exhaustion’s still an alien concept

But as it is past noon

We have to leave

And in between the fir trees

Wind howls and night and cold

Are grabbing our souls

But we still have _miles to go before_

We can lay down to rest and sleep

No nightmare will pester us

As in our dreams we still shall look

From standing on the icy peak

Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018
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© Image By +Cherry A
Hosted and invited by +Cherry A

Blue Sky

Is it the blue sky

So high above

That elevates my spirits?

Or the songs

The birds are singing

Under the blue sky?

Or rather tree and bushes

And the blooming meadow?

The golden field?

Maybe it’s all of nature

Gathered under the blue sky

And the soft wind

… whispering

Poem and picture by Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018

In Days of Yore

In the open mead the barley lies golden

And white clouds are passing by above

The rivulet from the forest ground

It flows so gently purling past

We will not stop off at the tavern

But rest ourselves on green, soft mosses

There in the shadow hall of beech trees

We listen to the goldfinch and the greenfinch

The golden wine poured into chalices

We salute and then refresh ourselves

One is caressing his sweetheart so cute

The other carves into the wood his heart

We contemplate about the times to come

If our offspring may enjoy their lives

Beauty donated by nature herself

As well as friendship and true love

Poem and picture by Lothar M. Kirsch ©2018

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