Poems published on POETS The Original (MeWe) during February 2019

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Indispensable

Where did we start, before we were born?

How well did we do after our birth?

Would we walk the same path again?

Oh no, we wouldn’t, would we?

Yes, our life is short.

Actually it’s a flash!

And yet, each

Life is

Indispensable

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

Days gone by

Days gone by for long now

I searched for you in mirrors

But only saw my own derangement

I was looking for you in dreams

But never saw os together again

Where are you now and are you still

I do not find you anymore

Pray tell me and end me despair

But only I then shall remain

In mirrors and in dreams

As days gone by will stay gone by

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture

Hosted and invited by @karen Hayward

A Sated Thirst

As I came home last evening

My head still filled with joys and toils

I couldn’t be sure then if it spoils

My reading, my mood or my esteeming

Of a Bach motet or Hotel California

Or tune in and drift off into nirvana

Unlacing my shoes I found out

I still carry sand in my shoes

Reminding me of forgotten views

Lost in dreaming without doubt

The walk on the beach in the sand

Together with you hand in hand

The waves glistened as they dispersed

We didn’t need a drink for a sated thirst

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

Hosted by @karen Hayward

Names

    there

He stands

With

His

Black

Booklet

Full of

Names

His

Clock

Shows him

Characters

And

He

Again

    Crosses out

Names

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and pictures

Silk of the night

The silk of the night

Lying down, crackling

Stars, robbed of their clothes

Cold trembles with black branches

On which pigeons perch

Shades of gray hide in black

The moon-sickle lingers behind the horizon

And eternity is delayed

Watching until the eyes water

And tears congeal to ice

As fears conceal in bold words

The dark silk moves on the ground

Shades reveal other shades

The pigeons move on

As the moon-sickle chops up darkness

And eternity never wonders

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture

Seide der Nacht

Die Seide der Nacht

Die sich knisternd niederlegt

Sterne, ihrer Kleidung beraubt

Kälte zittert mit schwarzen Zweigen

Auf denen Tauben nisten

Grau verbirgt sich in Schwarz

Die MondSichel verweilt hinter’m Horizont

Und die Ewigkeit verspätet sich

Quietude

My heartbeat

    Silenced by

        My chest

            The body on me

        The bedding

    The wall

The house

The forest sounds

    Muffled by

        The shrubs

            The deer in slumber

        The blackberry

    The deer

And the fog

Sweet darkness

    Guarding dreams

        And the silence

            Before dawn start

        Teasing each other

    Then tranquility

Ends in day’s delusions

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

Hosted by @karen Hayward

Uniting

As we walk on the shore

Colors move with us

And merge into light spots

Oscillating

Then the colors dim

And darkness enwraps

Both surf and sand

Both you and me

Both high and low

Our steps are luminescent

Where water and sand unite

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

Hosted by @karen Hayward

Be My

You could be myles away

You could be myllimeters near

You could be mynd-numbing

You could be myrth

You could be mysty-eyed

You could be mycronesian or macronesian

You could be mymids

Or

You could be my destiny

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

Hosted by @karen Hayward

Locked

They closed the gate behind you

At the bars:

    Do not step too close to the bars!

You gave up

Your eyes to look

Your mouth to speak

Your tears to flow

Your hands to fold

Your feet to abscond

But

They had forgotten

To demand your head

Therefore you think about freedom

Therefore you think about love

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture

VerSchlossen

Da schloss sich hinter dir das Tor

Bei den Gittern

Tritt nicht zu nah an die Gitter!

Gabst du ab

Deine Augen zu schauen

Deinen Mund zu sprechen

Deine Tränen zu fließen

Deine Hände zu falten

Deine Füße zu entWeichen

Aber

Sie hatten verGessen

Deinen Kopf zu fordern

So denkst du an die Freiheit

So denkst du an die Liebe

Nest

The skylark has its nest

As every bird has

Even so the little wren

In boughs aloft and free

They build their nests

Far from the cat’s lurk

We humans, too, build nests

Neither homes nor houses

But nests to return to

Where our souls find peace

And slumber wraps around us

Like a cocoon or cradle

Will we build nests again

Up, up in the tree tops

And sing with the birds?

Or will we rather stay down

Timid of the swaying branches

But build a tree house at least?

We should not be ashamed

As our children will receive

The gift of a nest in the tree

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

Hosted by ©karen Hayward

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