Neverending Story ~ A Poem

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Brown leaf slides
Along gusts
Towards
A neverending
Story

 

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#322 of #365 A Prompt A Day For Bee ~ Words travel again

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November 2016

I wrote a poem a day from June 2014 to May 2015 and as travel is a topic on Thursdays on this blog I wanted to repost this poem and dedication to one of my favourite poets. Enjoy:

April 2015

Today’s poem is a tribute to one of my favourite poets: Erich Fried. Born in Austria he had to flee the Nazi’s and came to Great Britain where he worked as a writer but also a Shakespeare translator.

He became famous for his political engagement especially against the Vietnam war. In Germany many did not realise that he had written beautiful love poems too.

The one I chose to work with is “Words“. I took only verbs, adverbs, adjectives and nouns of the poem and then created a new one.

These are the words I have used:

words lose syllables tiredness silly mistakes begin typewriter want fall asleep wake daily sadness happenings world things I prevent word starts groom quietly hums half thought starts brushing looks another momentarily choking something swallow looks around takes half thought hand says: Come tired words fly typos laugh themselves half whole thoughts London’s ghetto sea plains mountains across spot walk down steps garden morning pause pay attention look see rest hear flutter little cold perhaps still little misplaced truly happy you

 


 

Words travel again
Again words travel.
They fly quietly
While you are asleep.
Syllables of happenings
On plains, sea and mountains
Want to fall daily into sadness.
They don’t wake anymore
On typewriters. They
Begin maybe in London’s Ghetto
Just to hum in every spot in
This world.
A word momentarily
Might lose its mistakes but
Tiredness pays attention
To silly things that begin
To groom typos but
Prevent nothing.
Half thoughts and
Tired words walk down
Little misplaced steps
In our I’s.
They look around and brush
On something to choke on.
Then half thoughts start
To swallow and look for one another.
They start.
They take each others hand and look
Around in their little garden.
One says: “come” but the
Whole of them pause and
Laugh at themselves.
See across in the morning
To the spot where they rest.
Hear them flutter before
Perhaps they become still.
Will they ever be truly happy?
 

Symbol of Change ~ A Poem

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Swan

Symbol of Change

Light

Symbol of Change

Word

Symbol of Change

We

need you!

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Another Brave New World ~ A Poem

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Another Brave New World

Not full or empty
Full steam into sunshine
Or was it dawn
Who broke
Into my sanity?

This new Dawn
Is not as hopeful
As
We (always we not I)
Wanted and liked and tended
To anticipate.

1984
Has arrived
At last?

Many a big brother
are watching us.
Tending to every need
We didn’t even know we had.

And unlike Orwell
We do not
See, hear, feel and taste
The doom awaiting us.

It’s only a brave new world
So they say
(and I haven’t even read the book) but
The supremacists
Plough the way
Or is it them
Who built the
Matrix?

Sending you some sunshine/ Ich schicke Euch was Sonne

Poem at night ~ Here we…

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Here we…

Here we run

~
To work
To parties
To friends
To the neighbours

*****
Here we could
Rest

~
From work
From parties
From friends
From neighbours

******
Here we …

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Frazzled ~ A Poem

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Frazzled to the depth
Of my heart

~
Thoughts topple
Over memories

~
Ancient acquired

~
Not only
From time

 

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Poem at night ~ NO

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lights shine on dark needles

Parcels, cookies and forced cheer

No ~ Jesus’s birthday isn’t known

 

 

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Poem at night ~ Sunshine and candles

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Move over sunshine
~
Let candles rule for now and
Give us time to think

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Moments ~ A Poem

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October 2016

I might have shared this poem recently but I like it a lot so you get another go at it 😉

December 2013

Moments
 
time
explosion
stands
still
my decisions
echo
through
multiple
universes
me
time
and
time
again
but
never
the
same
time explosion

The Smile and the Dragonfly ~ A #Poem

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The Smile and the Dragonfly

It’s elegant flight

conjures a smile

on my face.

 

The

dragonfly

does not

care.

Not sure if I should consider this video cruel but it certainly teaches us something 🙂

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