June 22, 2019 § Leave a comment
The longest day is just gone
drawing behind the horizon,
took my long hair and my song,
stroked the fields and kissed the hills,
found a half-opened door
on the other side of the world.
June 11, 2019 § Leave a comment
Long fingers on the metal of a knife
Dinner before one leaves for many years
Even if you forget how a body feels
it can still take place and hold your hand at night
It’s not a ghost if it’s a living soul
It’s not lost if it doesn’t want to be found
It’s not there but also not gone
June 1, 2019 § 2 Comments
Past ten and the light
keeps licking winter and night,
this sumner begins.
Now open windows,
now open doors will betray
the secrets of walls.
of musics, of TV-sets,
of human voices.
We forgive so much
for the privilege of warmth
and one more summer.
May 15, 2019 § Leave a comment
Bad dream like a nail into your wound
A glass of water like the right to live longer
The day breaks and the blackbird has found your tree
The soft grass and the new leaves in the trees
Now is the time to choose what to believe
May 10, 2019 § Leave a comment
What about the afternoon poems?
Yes, the nights are long and silent,
words are heard easily
and spoken out with less fear
But what about the afternoons,
when the builder comes home,
when the train is late again
when you forgot to buy bread
and you have to walk all the way back.
There are not so many words
in the afternoon, are there?
We come, we go, we walk
sometimes we sit and drink a cup of coffee
Some smoke, watch the news,
call a friend on the phone
to tell him why they haven’t called so long.
One or two write a poem on the go.
May 5, 2019 § Leave a comment
One after the other you fall asleep
as the light moves on and wakes up
the ones at the other end of the line
We move so fast that we cannot see
A merry-go-round of dreams
April 24, 2019 § Leave a comment
Ladybugs had chosen the same beach to rest
We tiptoed on the stones trying not to step on them
They and we, all helpless in the strong north wind
They couldn’t fly away and we couldn’t stop walking
Pretending that the sun was enough was difficult
Just like in the lives one leaves behind
So sunny and colourful death can be