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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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