Category: english

Poetry

A story of three stories

lilac

It’s a story of three stories

and it’s about love

without any doubts, but worries

we’re never short of.

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Of hidden miracles and anxious people

ofhiddenmiraclesandanxiouspeople

Have you ever thought about digging in the mud so deeply
wondering what is behind that tree
and beyond over there?
There’s not much we do share
as you are always keen on acting prudent
stream- and straightlined you go your way
not recognising the things you have forwent
where you are you want to stay.
Fearing the dense undergrowth
And through your horn-rimmed glasses of reason
you are utterly loath
to go the extra mile and cross the border – instead: all year round the same season
Today you want to know what will happen tomorrow.
Where’s your zest for life?
Go and take your wife
to a place illuminated and see the beauty the world has to offer
but you even do not bother.
Why don’t you ask the big questions
venturing to express confessions?
You don’t want to deal with higher thoughts and the deepest emotion
although feeling internal commotion.
Change the colour of your life,
don’t be paralyzed from urge rigidity like someone would produce his knife.

Could you imagine to throw a fit
due to your provincial city?
No and more’s the pity.
I reckon you’ve never even thought of it.
Why can’t you see the bigger picture?
It would make you so much richer.
And you go with the flow,
unhappy though.
Don’t you dare to say goodbye to a world you already know?
Life is something you borrow.
You ought to show
the next generation you haven’t got another chance to blow.

 

And you look out of the window blind
to the wayfarers who boast
about their treasure trove of experience while chasing the wind
but you keep your door closed
yet gasping for air and hearing another voice
it’s your mere echo that you perceive.
So you’d better take your choice
either make your heart glow or grieve.
The comforts of home keep you off the sorcerous world
Above you, endless space unfurled.
Now leave the safe pathways of concrete for blowing sand
teasing out the mettle in your heart.
But you are waiting for a protective mother’s hand
fearing to depart
alone
in a world unknown.
Don’t you dare to paint your very own future
in the brightest colour mixture?
What of it doing so or the like?
How would you answer
if an alien asked you what the world is like?
stuttering for sure.

Like a lowbrow you adjourn
to the parlour of your home
manmade culture and rough nature – all imperceptible to you.
Then there are miracles like the ocean endlessly blue.
Go and make the invisible visable.
It will make you less miserable.
A shiny future can make a dull past forget
all you need is to reset
your life
in order to fight your inner strife.
However you can’t manage to get past the fear
although the hunting horns keep decoying you out so clear.
Yet, for appearances’ sake,
You won’t – so then go jump in the lake.

Could you imagine to throw a fit
due to your provincial city?
No and more’s the pity.
I reckon you’ve never even thought of it.
Why can’t you see the bigger picture?
It would make you so much richer.
And you go with the flow,
unhappy though.
Don’t you dare to say goodbye to a world you already know?
Life is something you borrow.
You ought to show
the next generation you haven’t got another chance to blow.

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