I am
Not I
have -: I am
The
lifelessness of heavy words
Living
together of words
The plow
trail in word fields
I furnish
the field border with fences
Of my
confidence
Word
castles pelted with words of stone
Primary
rock
EtyMystical
Chants
in the corridors
Shots
from embrasures
Jagged
swords
Harelipped
language
I sang
in singing
The song
coagulated
Racing
Tracing
Facing
Brackish
water
Words
broken into segments
Fast
rapids
Rash
rapids
Word
rapids
I live
Inside
the fences
Of my
words
I go
Ride
Remove
myself
Limitless
Lots off
Solders
off
Thread
depths
Word
depths
Depth
In which
I am
#poetsflashbackweekend
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
Ich bin
Nicht ich habe -: ich sei
Die Leblosigkeit schwerer Worte
Das ZusammenLeben von Worten
Die PflugSpur in WortFeldern
Ich säume den Rain mit Zäunen
Meiner Zuversicht
WortBurgen beworfen mit WortStein
UrGestein
EtyMystisches
Gesängen in den Gängen
Schüsse aus SchießScharten
Schartige Schwerter
HasenSchartige Sprache
Ich singe im Singen
Der Sang gerann
Rennen
Kennen
Flennen
BrackWasser
Worte in Wörter zerTeilt
Eilende Schnellen
VorSchnellen
WortSchnellen
Ich lebe
Innerhalb der Zäune
Meiner Worte
Ich gehe
Fahre
EntFerne mich
Ins Grenzenlose
Lose aus
Lote aus
FadenTiefen
WortTiefen
Tiefen
In denen
Ich bin
© 2012 Lothar M. Kirsch poem (German version)
Cigarettes
the e-cigarette
Is
Not a
Cigarette
Because
It can
Not
Be
The last
In the
Box
Sunrise
Sunrise,
sunrise
The
radio plays Norah Jones
And I’m
awake as if
I was
rising to
Summertime, time, time
The sun
mellows the snow
That had
fallen overnight
Smoke
rises straight to the clouds
And I
fly to the window
The
kitchen floor is still cold
But
steam is rising from
My
freshly brewed green tea
I cannot
keep my eyes off the roofs
Off the
snow bathing in sunlight
Oh, I
can, as I can't take my eyes off you
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
#poetsphotoprompts
by @karen Hayward
Thanks
for the invite!
The
Apple Tree
You had
planted an apple tree
As a
reminder, you’ve said
In case
you had to leave
and now you are gone
you were taken so fast
But I’ve
picked up from the floor
Every
leaf as soon as it had fallen
I’ve written
your name on each one
and there are more and more
like the burden of the years without you
The
apple tree so sinless
Maybe it
will have to leave, too
But
until then I shall write
on every leaf that will fall down
always just your name
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and pictures
Synchronicity
We may live
in parallel worlds
But our
clocks tick in unison
One
sleeps while the other is awake
But
perhaps we’re only dreaming
The road
winds on to the horizon
One is
riding north, the other south
All
permanence is but illusion
As our
life is ephemeral
What we
grasp, we cannot hold
But even
so let’s join hands
Let’s
write on the same paper
But
speak in different words
Love,
affection, devotion, adoration
But
never hate, venom, rancor or revenge
Let’s
synchronize our strides
As we
walk along the path of life
And if
one is laid into the grave
It still
is synchronicity that rules
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
#poetslineprompts
Hosted and invited by - @karen Hayward
Hosted and invited by - @karen Hayward
The
Ballad of the Wild Rose
The wild
rose on the deserted island
Where
the wind blustered in squalls
And the
rose clad in red, shivering
Her lips
not pale in the cold
But her
thorns resistant to the wind
Drawing
blood from his fierce caresses
Let me
drink from your red lips
Said the
wind to the rose
But she
only shook her head
Then the
wind left, but also returned
Fiercer,
angrier, and colder than death
Accompanied
by his brother, frost
And
frost seized the rose inexorably
She
could not even shiver anymore
Her
thorns broke on the frost
The hold
of the frost was choking her
She did not
cry, when death came nearer
The wind
scattered the petals of the rose
The snow
turned red, the red of blood
The rose
had died without a tear
But now
the wind was full of tears
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
#poetsphotoprompts
Hosted
and invited by @karen Hayward
Clippers
& Monsters
In times
gone by
Ships
went to sea
Fully
rigged clippers
White
canvas in the sun
Then
endless days
Through
wind and spray
Clippers
swiftly sailed
Nights,
too, that is
When the
wind howled
And the
sea rolled
And the
planks screeched
Lonely
sailors in the bunk
Did you
see the hobgoblin?
The
flying Dutchman?
Saint
Elmo’s fire?
Or the
Leviathan?
No, no
go back to sleep
As the
ship rolled on
Then
swiftly cutting waves
And all
the monsters, too
Speed
up, speed up
And win
the race
Bring us
the pricey tea
May no
monster stop you!
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
#poetslineprompts
Hosted and invited by - @karen Hayward
Hosted and invited by - @karen Hayward
The
ladybird lies down for a rest
In the
bed of a white rosebud
But the
lady is a tramp
And must
be on the move
To other
lovers
And
miles to go
Then
again
To take
Rest
© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem
#poetsphotoprompts
hosted by @karen
#nonet
#structuredpoetry
Butterfly
Where
are you flying to, butterfly?
Across
the meadows and the fields
Or
through the dreams of ancient daoists?
Take a
rest throughout the night
And
dream you were a maiden then
Or a
philosopher deep in thought
Even
while dreaming please keep in mind
That
everything works better still
If
shared with another butterfly
There
are the glary colored butterflies
While
others wear the mask of a moth
But each
will flutter in delight
The year
is young and it’s too early yet
To say
farewell to frost and winter
Come
close to the fire, but not too close
Let’s
look at pictures from last summer
Rejoice
in chattering about colorful flights
Or
remember how sweet the nectar tasted
When it
is time again to become a daoist
Then sit
and ponder near a gurgling brook
Listen
to what nature might tell you
The
stars above and the flowers below
They are
all made out of ancient stardust
Man or
butterfly – it doesn’t matter at all
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
#poetsflashbackweekend
From:
The Rut of the Butterflies
The rut
of butterflies? The critic will ask: "Is there any?"
Me:
"Let’s have a look."
He:
"And what does the title have to do with the poems?"
Me:
"Nothing at all. But it's a great title! "- A gleaning of two short
poems
No
mowing
On the commons
The
grass is high
Straw
yellow it stands
But
nobody comes here
To do
the mowing
Magic
forest
The
summer should not
Show up so
gray
Even if
in its light
The
forest looks so magical
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poems and picture
Aus:
Die Brunft der Schmetterlinge? Der Kritiker wird fragen:
„Gibt es die überhaupt?“ Ich: „Schau’mer mal.“ Er: „Und was hat der Titel
überhaupt mit den Gedichten zu tun?“ Ich: „überhaupt nichts. Ist doch aber ein
toller Titel!“ – Eine Nachlese
Keine Mahd
Auf dem Anger
Steht hoch das Gras
Strohgelb steht es
Aber niemand kommt
Hier noch zur Mahd
Zauberischer Wald
Der Sommer soll nicht
So grau sich zeigen
Auch wenn in seinem Licht
Der Wald so zauberisch steht
Die Brunft der Schmetterlinge (German) © 2016 Lothar M.
Kirsch poems and text
With
a Little Romance
Let's
walk through the night
Forget
the lights of the city
The owl
screams forlornly
The wind
howls in the grove
Let's
sit down on the moss
Close to
each other, embraced
Kiss me,
strawberry lips
We should
kiss and be silent
Let's
link arms and go on
Up the
hill, overgrown with heath
We smell
the erica at our feet
And
drink from the swift stream
Let us
return from the night
Let us
lie next to each other in bed
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
Let us
not strife for fame or fortune?
Shan’t
we live a merry life together?
Not
knowing where the road is winding to
Achieving
nothing in this humble town,
We have
to lean on each of our brothers
And sisters,
too, as I may tell you here.
Let’s
walk together at a steady pace,
Not
resting ere the brightest morning breaks
So give
the sun a chance to light and warm
The
scene that soon unravels to our sight.
Alas!
This word was spoken forwardly,
As we
have miles to go and cover still
The road
through groves of bushes and of trees.
We
shan’t rest long at Fairy’s Lake so blue,
But rest
we shall and quickly be refresh’d.
Then
afternoon starts darkening colors
And
evening will finalize the work.
O for
a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The
brightest heaven of invention,
Light up
the sky with fireworks or the moon
Let’s
fill our jugs with light beer or strong ale
Let’s
drink, be merry, dance and sing our songs.
No one
should stand aside or serve others,
Let’s
all link arms as brothers and sisters,
And
strife for peace and freedom of our world!
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
#poetslineprompts
Thank
you @karen Hayward for this wonderful lineprompt at
#poetstheoriginal #poetsmewe!
Leave
us Koi alone
The koi
enjoy
The rain
and the ripples
They
move through plants
Along
the quay
Looking
up
Much
like we
Looking
down
Both
into other worlds
Let’s
look up
To the
birds
Sailing
through the rain
And feel
What it
must be
Looking
up
From the
pond
No, stop
it!
Don’t
enter the pool
Leave it
to the koi
But
enjoy the view
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
Thank
you @karen Hayward for this wonderful
#poetsphotoprompts at #poetstheoriginal
#poetsmewe
Outside
We only
speak a little
In the
reed
Passing
the word to
Wind and
wild geese
The
dark, clear water
Curling
up
Then a
rustle
Surrounding
us
We
glanced at the sky
And it
gazed back
We still
have more
Than of
this day
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
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