#131 (my heart broke twice)

photo credit: Matthias Geh
photo credit: Matthias Geh

withering lights

melting on dawn’s tongue

I wiped my face

erratic dripping sweat beads

running wild along

my arched back

relax, he said

the night took

all I had

and more

the prize I paid

hurt my flesh, broke my pride

I gathered

the dark birds

took a dive in

the murky pool of

your hidden desires

when your teeth dug in

my heart broke twice

27th February 2017

 

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#130 (heart-shaped holes)

robbery
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

the promises we make

 fly easily from our lips

forgotten when we wake

from sleep’s transcending grip

unkind but feeling blue

through deeper woods we stumble

we fake it ’til it’s true

see loyalty slowly crumble

as lies are been renewed

without compassion fueling

the furnace of our souls

we’re left with darkness ruling

our love replaced by holes


21st February 2017

#129 (the night keeps drowning me)

dark-path
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

the quiet

bares its teeth

while I’m watching

the passing of deep valleys

moving wearily


visions of derailed trains

paint fear behind my eyes

raindrops racing along black glass

destination unknown


I follow the tracks

a clumsy explorer

waiting for the light but

the night keeps drowning me


12th Februrary 2017

#128 (witch-hunt)

fatal.jpg
                                                            photo credit: Matthias Geh

there is a

witch-hunt

around the willows

cooling embers leaving a mark

on dried skin


eye-to-eye

predator and prey

the scales were tipped

when the hunter tripped

on a root

suddenly in his path


the moss took his fall

in a distance the calls

of a family of owls

drove reassuring songs

to the clearing


the witches eyes blazed

as she spun him around

trapped him inside a maze

beneath sacred tree ground

and his head dangled soon

upside-down


while the moles kept him fed

with earthworms and some root

he most certainly went mad

once he started to hoot


10th 2017

 

#127 (lay waste)

machine.jpg
photo credit: Matthias Geh

lay waste

to your palaces

of glass and steel

let’s seal the deal

with the black blood

seaping from the machines

outside your broken dreams

 

I once wandered

 unpolluted skies

 pristine lakes

aquatic paradises amongst

the droning noise of progress

eating away one trunk at a time

shaping mortals

into mere commodities

 

wreck the poles

and cool your fury

with the ice of molten glaciers

the absolute consumption

of everything

and everyone

feeding greed

with a smile

barely masking

the decay

of your rotten aspirations

 

lay waste

to your

popular opinions

chew or choke on

the sparkling pieces

of your pie charts

and pretty cufflinks

 

these songs

best left unchanted

riding red blood cells

resting inside

my temporal lobe

but some words

speak louder

than actions

even if they go unheeded

so I scrape the verses

of a long-lost conquest

molding a kite

from sheer

wit

 

hovering

above the engorged egos

of contemporary emperors

 a silent reminder

waiting for

a lightning bolt

to strike

7th February 2017

 

#126 (between tender plumage)

moss-forest
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

allegedly

we dreamt of spring

while cutting blocks of black ice

forming clusters of coldness

until our fingers gave in

to numbness

and within our aching bones

the seeds of fever started to bloom


the flowers of our anticipation

withered away like

the last seconds of daylight

being replaced by

the prospect of obscurity

and a sudden dread


I wished

I was a bird of passage

gliding by

carrying the stories

of the Southern Wind

between tender plumage

ignorant of the dark calls

the night had left as a gift


6th February

#125 (blooming like moon flowers)

moon-flowers
photo credit: Matthias Geh

full hours

are growing around

my fingers

casting

a spell of tranquility

laughter and shouting

let us explore the Solar System

my mind straying to Pluto

the dwarf planet

binding idle thoughts

to ice and stone

while I am rotating retrogradely

my heart renewed

out of dust and rock

the melting poles

of my hibernated emotions

are shifting on the darkside

at night

new passion is blooming

like moon flowers

th February 2017

author’s note: my tight schedule these days (I’m working full-time, going to school part-time and teach English on two afternoons) makes it rather impossible to post every day, I still try to post regularly and at least once a week. In summer there will be more time, I’m dropping some workload in order to have more time for myself and my poetry. Thanks to all my readers who like and appreciate my poetry, it had been growing in the dark too long and I am glad to share it with you. I am aware that the picture shows a hollyhock, I haven’t yet had the pleasure to kiss actual moon flowers with my lense, maybe 2017 will allow me to meet them.