Lyrische Anwandlungen von Niarts und Freunden.
Midwinter is just around the corner, a time of fading lights and deep hope for better times. A phase of inner reflection: time to review, time for enlightenment, for dreaming.
Once again risen from the dead, well, not quite yet, some words trickle down from the autumnal lyric tree – say it in English, please…
August is the stargazing month, full of hopes, dreams and maybe, a little bit vacation. Another four poems…
June is the month of justice, through its enlightenment and because the sun is now highest. Loving is not for reason, morality does not serve personal happiness. Utility is neither an ethical nor an aesthetic value. […]
It’s June, the time of light, lavender and lyrics…
Whenever you think things can’t get worse, they even get worse.
I just wrote a few more poems or lyrics, if someone would write a melody on it – it would have to be a very sad one though…
Beltaine is near, time for some springtime poetry…
We have now sorted the graphic poems we created into an own photo galery, where you can view them, as you like.
This time, there’s only one: One single. One lonely poem.
Palm Sunday – four more poems float down the stream of time, where the little boats drift to…
Time passes, thoughts drift by, and some other words ring out into space…
Time passes, thoughts drift by, and some words ring out into space…
Das Alte wandelt ins Neue, viel ging verloren, manches ist nimmer. Und doch, schreitet voran, die Zeit…
12. Jahrgang. © 2008-2020 Nitramica Arts / Anastratin.de. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.