© 2018 Karen Hayward
POETs The Original on Google+ is history because Google+ will shut down
soon. POETs The Original has already moved to MeWe and will
prosper there. But here are poems, which I had published on the old platform.
The Sun Dies in Feeble Colors
As for the winter sun
The bare trees do not weep
The frosty clouds sail the wind
But I bear tears in my eyes
As the sun dies in feeble colors
The wind blows heavier
And frost is biting my face
A buzz from the dark branches
Will they break and splinter
While the sun dies in feeble colors?
The tree stands the wind
The wind goes off with the clouds
I let my eyes run dry
But the sun dies in feeble colors
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch (poem)
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Black Paradox
What could become
Of these dark days
Which poke along so sluggishly
Overcast
Drizzle
Tree stumps in black mirrors
And the colorful paintings of the children
Appear only black
Then why brings
Paint it Black
So much sunshine?
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch (poem and picture)
Through the window
Snow slips off the roofs
The rose bushes are bare now
Only a few yellowed leaves left
And the purple red rosehips
Wind hissing into the gray silence
Brown leaves sticking to the ground
Advent? There’s only death and stillness
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch (poem and picture)
First snow
On the highway
Jingle bells’ speed
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch (Haiku)
Published
by ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray:
Lothar
M. Kirsch sipped white peony tea.
White tea
the first buds
wrinkled now
December
7, 2018 at 07:30 JST
Music of the Spheres
In absolute silence
Can you hear
The squeaking of the spheres
The screeching of the spheres
Maybe you can also hear the music in it
In the squeaking and crackling
Of the shunting yard
I discover bold music
Sphärenklänge
In
absoluter Stille
Kannst
Du es hören
Das
Quietschen der Sphären
AufKreischen
der Sphären
Vielleicht
hörst Du auch Musik darin
Im
Quietschen und Krachen
Des
RangierBahnHofs
Entdecke
ich Musik
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch (poem and picture)
©
2013 Lothar M. Kirsch (German version)
Winter approaching
Fresh snow on fir trees and all
Homeless shivering
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
Cabbage
the
cabbage-
head
is
very much
the same
like
us
because
he, too
contains
no
brain
© 2016 German version, 2017/2018 Lothar M.
Kirsch (picture and poem)
My left
shoelace snapped a couple of days ago. I've knotted the ends together and only
today I've been able to find new ones. I went to the hairdresser's and while
waiting I wanted to change the shoelaces. I couldn't get the strings out of the
package as they were designed male proof. Then the lady waiting next to me took
the package and opend it for me.
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