spring
Have the yesterday
buried
dry with his
root ball,
deep beneath the earth.
Now I sit stunned
before troubled clay
from a twig towers,
hours with green leaves.
spring ancestors
I can feel the spring ancestors.
rattles still frost on bare branches,
need grasses to tilt the cold,
also drag storms wild,
without noticing as I thought in my deepest,
that somewhere today in clear air
a very secret spring fragrance
'already called out his name!
There is still snow on earth peace,
with him under the root shoots and buds
the frozen branches
it painted the sky all the time
pastellne the image of spring love.
come, so I'll show you.
*
spring ancestors
I can feel the spring ancestors.
rattles still frost on bare branches,
need grasses to tilt the cold,
also drag storms wild,
without noticing as I thought in my deepest,
that somewhere today in clear air
a very secret spring fragrance
'already called out his name!
There is still snow on earth peace,
with him under the root shoots and buds
the frozen branches
it painted the sky all the time
pastellne the image of spring love.
come, so I'll show you.
*
winter morning
.
wakes in the blue hour into
black
the morning.
Now the colors
under the snow
believe
and in life. collect
From the silence
the words.
from the book: beloved friend longing
Hans-Werner Kube
Go dense
do the monkey
the elephants do
you figure it
on all absurdity
get a picture
and be in the picture
and get funny
sometimes ridiculous come
a beat
in lockstep
blow the march
and whistle on it
juggle with style
bring the dreams
to foam
wheel
at the grave
and hook
propose in the phrases
dense
to watch in 2010 will:
Gerd Herholz (ed.), Voices Exchange - Poetry along the Ruhr, plain-text publishing.
anthology of poetry / / 73 poems by renowned Ruhr authors
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Wildwiese
stretch between green grass Marie Floral
their white, reddish bespitzten flowers wheels
fluttering butterflies in
dandelion sun, dead nettle candles and quaking grass,
weigh it ,
umsummen bees white and pale purple clover flowers,
collect sweet nectar from the small clusters,
dragonflies flitting their lightning-fast circles
and walking birds, scratching
searching for food.
Wilma Frohne
***
Queen of the Night
If you do the night Sun
love me queen of the night
Dispel the clouds
foremen
the gloss body and compress the cold air
with your breath
If you like the night love
So take shall my days crown from
Roll out the red carpet
adorn the room from
and sing the most beautiful song
ever
I'll smile at
I about you waking
(c) van der Gaag Velina
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