Lyrische Anwandlungen von Niarts und Freunden.
I’ve always struggled with my gift for predicting what will happen when you can rarely change anything with it anyway. For providence works in the decisions of people, there is no fate that can be averted….
To him who has shall be given. But what you have can also be taken away. And you can also lose what you have if you don’t respect it or disregard it, the beautiful nature of […]
Nothing lasts forever, so summer must end, but the time between summer and winter, autumn, has some colored moments.
There are losses in life that you survive, but not quite – something will always be missing, shadows remain, fine cracks. And though much time passes, it will never heal.
We live in unpleasant times, so the poems are also as gloomy as the sky in Lauchringen.
While I was tidying up, I found a few poems on my desk that I had overlooked so far, perhaps because I wanted to overlook them….
In July, the sun is still high when there are no thunderstorms – and before autumn sets in, there are a few words to say…
Thunderstorms pass through the Klettgau countryside, rain falls and letters drip onto virtual paper…
In summer, the light shapes the truth that comes to our minds as melodies, or, if the times are not musical enough, as words….
It is Pentecost – time for some lyrical words on love, confidence, faith, the nature of sin, guilt and forgiveness.
There are also those rain-soaked days in spring when the sky is overcast but still breathes depth…
The old ladies look out at the window, their majestic shelter, as true royals they glance over their garden, the border fence…
In keeping with the spring, some light poems blossomed, but some are a little cloudy and sometimes they are gloomy…
Everywhere is night, there is no light in the world – and that annoyed me. Therefore, I sent out four angels into the world, which should dispel the darkness.
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