#100 (blinded by fire)

fireworks
photo credit: Matthias Geh

blow

it all up

taint the night sky

with sparks and gunpowder

waste  your money on colourful noise

ignore the poor and the ignorant

it’s only one night,

remember

take it

all the lights

all the bangs and cheers

casting their distracting spell

 people starving and freeezing to death

but all eyes are blinded by fire

who cares about the needy?

let us light up the sky

and blast tonight

to death

#31st December 2016

#99 (broken by brazen words)

tin-man
photo credit: Matthias Geh

chambers

filled with the

cluttered remains

of ancient fury

floating around

savagely glowing

fireflies

he swallowed

a sword

to replace

his missing spine

 sharp metal

chafing skin

stretched too tight

too many needles

had punctured

his flesh

sometimes

carefully sealed chambers

are broken

by brazen words

 fireflies

come out

to slay

wreaking havoc

in their way

*30th December 2016

 

#97 (velvet and seawater)

fire

velvet and seawater

your lips

dancing over my body

reigniting forgotten passion

your eyes like flames

I’m burning indigo

in your irises

the way your head

gently sways

while juggling thoughts

I want to drown

and take root

in those dream realms

of yours

the one

the flood

didn’t take away

 that moment

I forged into a necklace

of unbroken desire

and hooked it

to my heart

*28th December 2016

#96 (starboard sirens chanting)

water-lily
photo credit: Matthias Geh

shrinking shadows

as the riders

on the wind

collect their bounty

from the cold

silver frozen tongues

a whispered

oath

tide

was in

and your float

adrift

starboard sirens

chanting

odes to the first

warm breeze

reborn light

painting stories

of spring

onto our foreheads

I’m craving every

fleck of

sun

#27th December 2016

#95 (recipe against heartbreak)

cracked-patina
photo credit: Matthias Geh

then

you had left

and I was facing

the void

that black gaping

beast

that never slept

took all my sleep

made all food

taste bitter

breathing

felt like drowning

every doorway

was haunted

by your presence

behind every window

your smile kept

piercing me

although my blood

had gone cold

as my senses

had dulled

allowing

myself

to reemerge

making ripples

in a pond I had

flooded just

to dry it out

its depths scaring me

the desert felt like

an oasis

when I was upside down

there is no

recipe

against heartbreak

learn to breathe

again

feel the void

don’t let it become

the centre

of your existence

fill it with the  tiny

blissful things

you meet along the way

even if every step

tastes like a sour knife

make time

mend

*26th December

#94 (the ruins of my habit)

ivy
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

cradling

my thoughts

all died

in a landfill

between here

and nowhere

 

blackmail

returning

to sender

sudden rush

of panic

while the gashes

of your brazen words

are still festering

among the ruins

of my habit

uncorking

shared fates

*tween the lines

in the sand

or was it quicksand

treacherous slopes

of memory

letting me slip

like the fish

that escaped the net

trashing around

in another prison

they cannot touch


*25th December 2016

#93 (haunted daydreams)

shadows.jpg

eventually

night is retreating

and the light comes back

to haunt our daydreams

warmth

spreading from

your fingertips

through my numbed hands

tingling on my skin

sharing

minutes and hours

shuffling moments

like a set of cards

and dealing them out

building a house

of memories

however

no wind

is gonna take

it away


*24th December 2016

#92 (feeding fires in frost)

moss.jpg
photo credit: Matthias Geh

kiss me

under the stars

trace my blanket

of scars

rest your lips

on my neck

ease your chin

to my back

feeding

fires in frost

singing songs

of the lost

spinning tales

from the dark

while my hands

caress bark

willow trees

catch the cold

within sap flow

we hold

our breaths

against the wall

we grew weary

and small

hold

your palms

to the wind

bitterness

we rescind

upon darkest night’s

heart

our wishes

impart


*20th December 2016

 

#91 (three tales about grief)

three
photo credit: Matthias Geh

1.

he was reading

some books about stars

on the steps

how his heart started bleeding

when he thought about Beth

realizing how she

had been taken

by Death

 


2.

I was circling

some words

in a text about birds

as it hit like a rock

while the doves kept

on staring

never would I be able

to sit next beside

my dear grandmother

once  a clay cottage

bride


3.

she was brushing

her hair

when some strains

circled down

memory hit her

abruptly

of a delicate clown

who had brought

her to tears then

but right now

it was clear that

his life had been lost

joking one hour too long

in a sudden, grim frost


*18th December 2016