#363 of #365 A Prompt A Day For Bee & #frapalymo prompt 30. May ~ Teatime with my soul ~ dark

I can’t believe it’s nearly over:

(you can find the original German post here)
Just one prompt left after this, my dears, and that means: Give everything again! Frau Paulchen’s poetry month does say: 30 days 30 poems; however lovely May has an extra day, and it’s going to be something special …Today though excellent texts and a “fundus” of beautiful words, images, and expressions are in the centre: Our own. 
The prompt for May 30th is: ” verse a cento from your own #frapalymo May 15 texts”. Initially, our dear Esther gave the prompt, who made at an earlier cento prompt a text out of the texts of the others. I found that so charming, that I thought: Oh, shall remember that. said and done and today that remembering comes into action.
A cento is a kind of patchwork poem a recycling of texts that are already there.
Please choose parts of your poem and images from #frapalymo May 2015 and rearrange them and bring other aspects into this way. Oh, that will be gorgeous.
Thanks to you Esther that you gave the prompt to this prompt
 and the small print: please let me know via email or twitter if you take part. then i can post the link to your blog/poem on twitter. or post the link in the comments under the daily prompt post on my blog. hashtag for twitter is #frapalymo, and I am @FrauPaulchen.
 Suggestions for taking part with an English poem in #frapalymo
1. read translation of @FrauPaulchen’s prompt here on Bee’s blog
2. write your English (German if you can/want to) poem on your blog and tag it with “English #frapalymo.”
3. use the “English #frapalymo” picture if you want to
4. set a link to the translated prompt here on Bee’s blog
5. visit other links posted here and if you want to/can those posted with the hashtag #fapalymo on Twitter
6. The Bee will post your link to the German #frapalymo and translate for you if you want to

It already has become a multi-country/language project! Thanks!!!!!
Teatime with my soul – dark
Destroyed in every dark night
I can’t escape.
It’s the sky ~
Naked poison in my soul.
A whole landscape of connotation:
Domes and bombs
Fall around my soul when I
make a mental note in
The end:
Danube Salmon
Along the river.
Have a peek you little girl!
Are you as free as I imagine?!
In the distance, my soul has a look
But where have they gone
The places of unregulated learning?
Maybe to
This Land of the Kalaallit.
Will I follow all the way?
Are you still
My airarea garden?
The hunting of languages
In books so many books at the
River of
Jade and Opal.
An air of
Your poetry
But I didn’t
Fray and flutter.

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