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.
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…
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…
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.
As part of World Poetry Day 2021, some more English poems have been composed, using Pexels graphics to create visual poetics.
Am Sonntag, den 21. März 2021 findet der Welttag der Poesie statt, eine literarische Form, die durch die digitalen Netze und Poetry Slams neu aufgeblüht ist.
Three new poems grow in the nights of winter. And here they are: