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Beaten
Black & Blue
The sky
was beaten black & blue
Soon it
would change to green
Or be bleeding
into glossy black
A dying
sky, forsaken
All black
without stars
And
nobody to see and save you
But at
the edges of light
Next to
a lonely soul’s darkness
Embroidered
cries of faithlessness
Echoing
ghastly in a narrow path
Which
could only lead into the abyss
And
nobody to see and save you
A black
widow withholding its bite
But
then, what are friends for?
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
No Movement
Order
The Word
has fallen
And
broke
In 1000
words and tongues
Mosaics
and labyrinths
No
statements of place
Only
time notations
In the silence
Of the
blue eye
A
distorted image in the mirror
Minced
syllables
Re-assembled
The word
will be appreciated
© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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Now
that Spring has Come
Winter
and spring
OFF and
ON
ON and
OFF
The
meadow in green
Then
paled again
To
lonesome white
Circling
high above
Then
coming down again
The
goshawk with his cry
The
willow hails spring
With
fresh catkins
And
hosts a white owl
Spring
sends a warmer wind
It blew
across the treetops
And left
a silver plume
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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Time
What does time do while I am sleep?
Does the time sleep also for a while?
Or dreaming like I do when I sleep?
It is said that every sleep is like death
But time never seems to pass away
Time just keeps going on blow by blow
How should time surrender into dreams
As time is not able to die?
And then I watch laughingly
As time goes by languorously
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
Warm sun
out again
Nature
is ready for a walk
My books
detain me
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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Years
like Towns
All
these years
In which
you have lived
Every
year like a town
When you
leave a town
You look
always
On a
yellow plate with a red stripe
Because
you do not know
If ever
you’ll return
But
these years
In which
you’ll never return
They are
not marked with a yellow plate
But do
not be sad
If there
is no parting
Maybe
you’ll remember the years
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
Like
Catherine in the Heathers
In the
open she walks in bright sunlight
Speaking
to herself to train her voice
Ever so
eager to say it right
Never
again to make a wrong choice
And
while she is talking so loudly
Words
and rhymes coming out so proudly
She puts
them down in a little book
Her own
handwriting so neat to look
The wind
blows harder and clouds pass by
Rain
drops on the page and a botfly
New
words appear in wacky spelling
She does
not know but she tries yelling
With
just an inkling she ruffles her feathers
Then
disappears like Catherine in the heathers
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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Nightfall
Trees hiding their shadows
From the fire
Last
glimpse
Of the
key maker escaping
So many
doors locked
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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A spring
view
The view
through the birch
White
and black alternate
And the
blue sky
The
clouds are moving
White
and light
Or gray
and heavy with rain
The
magpies fly by
The
pigeons and blackbirds
And the
red kite
The
birds are flying away
And the
clouds disappear
But I
stay with the birch
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
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Coming back
Nobody greets me
Except the cold house
© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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As the Sea Calls - a Ballad
The sea
lies calm and we wait for the wind
When the
white clouds flock in on the sky
And the
small waves start swaying the boat
We run
to the harbor and man the ship
The wind
blows steady now
Filling
the white sails of the yacht
Heave
ho, heave ho
Water
drips from the anchor
The adventure
will lead us
And we
will follow fervently
The keel
ploughs through the water
Leaving
a long, white trail behind
Then fog
swallows us and the boat
Only
white fog in front of the bow
We man
the crow’s nest to look out
And see
nothing but doom and despair
We sound
the foghorn and move on
The
sails are wet and our hand are torn
The
suddenly the fog opens a hole
To let
us escape into sunshine
The
lookout is leaving the crow’s nest
And
onwards we sail as planned
No need
for adventures anymore
Just enough
water beneath the keel
© 2019
Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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Dreams
of the Heart
What are
you dreaming, my heart?
When I
sleep at night
Heart
that you never sleep
Only pumping
black blood
Heavy
liquid, heavy charge
Heavy
load, heavy thoughts
And your
dreams, tell me
Are your
dreams delicate?
Or are
they heavy
Like the
darkness
Heavy as
the night
What are
you dreaming, heart,
When I
sleep?
Please do
also dream, my heart
© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem
Only
the wind
It's
just the wind
Reversing
letters
From
there it blows
And
nobody knows
Where it
goes
It's
just the wind
Who
plays with letters
Toppling
them over
And arrange
them anew
Word
becomes word
Let us
read
And be
astonished
As of l i f e
Will
come d e a t h
© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem
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