At the Colonial House
The white
painted wood
Has turned
to amber
Sitting on
the porch
Waiting,
contemplating
Your steps
on the planks
Followed by
some creaks
We listen to
the throstle
The breeze
is still warm
Carrying
fragrances
The shadows
of the lofty
Sycamore
trees keep
Dancing on
the ground
We talk
without words
Not to
disturb the silence
Or the
nightingale
Then the
moon rises
Not taciturn
as the night
But
talkative as the day
Some light
from the house
Falling out
in squared beams
Cat returns
from hunting
Purring with
pleasure
Still enough
lemonade
To share
between us
We haven’t
decided yet
Who will
break the silence
We could be
sitting here
On this cozy
veranda
Throughout
the whole night
Throughout
our whole life
#POETSPHOTOPROMPTS
hosted by the wonderful +Wendy - Empathic Tigress
hosted by the wonderful +Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Poems
and Novels
Poems are
Rivers
Which roll along
Each meander
A different meaning
As
deep
And shallow waters
Alternate
We
row upstream
Or let us drift away
A novel is a pool
Where kids may play
Or businessmen do rounds
I felt inspired by a poem by +Ulf Wolf (Poems).
Two
haiku:
On the
veranda
Too hot to
sit down
Nevertheless
Ryoanji garden
Sitting amidst rocks and moss
Spring roll in the mind
(Selected
by Isamu Hashimoto for The Mainichi in 2014)
Flourishing
Spring had played his tricks
With flowers, fragrances and flair
And exuberant flourishing
When spring went by and quitted
Summer just took over and showed
Us embellishing and furbishing
Let’s wait for autumnal colours
When nature’s flourishing excels in
Juicy fruits and beauty ravishing
#poetslineprompts hosted and invited by +Bubbly
The Chopping Board of the Cannibal
I saw cuts
On the chopping board of the cannibal
Chopped with great precision
White shone the hard wood
Deep was the concavity in the
middle
Clean
Embarrassingly clean
So everything appeared
No blood
A bright room - his kitchen
And did I not know any better
The chopping board of the cannibal
It could belong to our mothers
(Rejuvenated from an older German version ©2011 Lothar
M. Kirsch)
Night
oaths
Bloodless lips
Which wrest oaths from the moon
Knowing
The moon lies cunningly with silver sparkles
And night brings swift oblivion
Absorbing all light
Only stars
Which twinkle unsteadily
You may ask
But do they hear you, too?
In the midst of billions of light years
Only your word counts
Do not leave it unsaid
Whisper it into the gloom
Of a dried out well
Of which the bucket is broken
And look
If not the light of the stars
Is thrown back from within the depth
The
Norse Buddha - Baldr
Out of the darkness
Emerges the bright pine
Shining across water and forest
Behold of Baldr appropinquating
Radiating the colours of the rainbow
Out of which fall golden flashes
He takes his seat in peace
And in his eager meditation
Tranquillity prevails
But he might fight besides Freyr and Hœnir
His eyes look peacefully through blood
He shall fulfill his oath and justice be done
Until he rests in peace again
And meditates though coming ages
To see each soul to rise from mud to pine
#poetsphotoprompt hosted by +Kathir
And kindly invited by Mr Kathir himself, thank
you!
Dandelion
Wishes
Some turn prayer wheels for well wishes
Others hang out prayer flags into the wind
Some look for shooting stars to wish
And others sadly do not wish at all
But then there are the dandelions
So pretty in their yellow dresses
And when the parachute ball is ready
We blow the seeds with our dandelion whishes
#Poetslineprompt
#Dandelion wishes
Hosted and invited by +linda bradley todd – thank you very much!
#Dandelion wishes
Hosted and invited by +linda bradley todd – thank you very much!
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