Trees in darkness
No comfort, fire, house
Only
ISS passing
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
Departed
How much weighs a hug
A kiss, memories, tenderness
Your fragrance
That lingers in the dark
That lingers in the cold
That crystal wisp of wind
Which howls from bare branches
I’ve left the doors and windows
open
My body is shivering
As much as my tortured soul
I ask the icy breath of death
But you don’t answer anymore
So white in the dark
So cold in the dark
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
(picture & poem)
Silk of the Night
The silk of the night
Which lies down with a crackle
Stars robbed of their clothes
Cold trembles with black
branches
On which pigeons nest
Gray hides in black
The crescent moon lingers
behind the horizon
And eternity is late
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
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
© 2012 Lothar M. Kirsch
Our Mirror Images
Your reflection in the well
How it disappears in the deep
SpLiNteReD by the impact of the
bucket
My reflection in the sky
As it cannot see you
In millions of tearDrops
Striking broken in the well
©
2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
Unsere
SpiegelBilder
Dein
SpiegelBild im Brunnen
Wie
es in der Tiefe verschwindet
ZerSplitTerT
im AufTreffen des Eimers
Mein
SpiegelBild am Himmel
Wie
es dich nicht sehen kann
In
Millionen von Thrän’n
GeBrochen
im Brunnen aufTrifft
© 2012 Lothar M. Kirsch
New wiper blade
The layer of dirt gone
What a brave new world
And the Asahi Haikuist Network
by David McMurray published two my haiku:
On the porch
dripping from the roof
a summer evening
Kirsch pays tribute to an old
haiku master:
Dried out pond
no frog to be seen
yet his mystery
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
Pumpkin at his Best
All the leaves are brown
But the pumpkin glows orange
Still waiting for his time
Out there in the garden
With the nine bean rows
Before winter’s quietness
There’s autumns shuffle of feet
In brown and desiccated leaves
And then there also is
A walk from house to house
That’s when the pumpkin
Joins the merry crowd
And looks through hollowed eyes
Yet with his smiling lips
He asks for trick or treat
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
#poetslineprompts host +karen hayward - thanks Karen for this prompt, that no one can
resist, but I had to refrain from writing on Orange is the New Black.
Leaves turning yellow
Wild geese ready to leave
But still the crickets
© 2018 Lothar M. Kirsch
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