🌻 When we wokeReality’s mirror was broken AndGaia’s children picked up its shards.They cut their handsAnd the rivers ran red.They picked up it’s shards And the sky was burning.They cut their handsAnd the demons rose.They picked up its shardsAnd Sisyphus criedFor Gaia’s children inherited his curse
Re-post: Another Tiny Book Review
This book is already packed. But maybe I should take it back out and take it with me when we go 😇: Liebesgedichte by Erich Fried My rating: 5 of 5 stars This is the German Version of Erich Fried’s Lovepoems which is a constant inspiration for my own poetry writing. His most famous “Es…… Continue reading Re-post: Another Tiny Book Review
Done With Dying
The soul’s salt statueBurrows deep into a heartStaring at pastsOf missed opportunities.Lost at the crossroadBetween life & survival.One foot dancingThe other stuck in a guilty bog.Hear her calling:Choose life, my dear, choose life…But the voicesDrown out hopeLike tsunamis take the beaches.When the crows are callingSearch for the wild places In your heart and soul.Wait and…… Continue reading Done With Dying
I haz the dumb…
No muse present ~ the stories are asleep ~ mind and emotions foggy Gif source: tenor
These achy bones ~ sing from a life well lived ~ let’s dance the pain away Gif source Tenor Please stay safe, stay kind and remember: you rock!
Throwback: The core ~ a poem
It’s a long time since I felt like writing a poem. Maybe it’s time to start again 🤗 September 2017 This poem was first posted in March 2012. Today I dedicate to my husband who is not only a little spot of love for me and my loneliness no matter the doubts he fights with.…… Continue reading Throwback: The core ~ a poem
A Gothic Poem?
Black hole ~ And God Hunts Nightmares source: MrBiggs via Giphy Please stay safe, stay kind and remember: you rock!
Letting go of fears It is a necessity For my survival GIF credit: tenor May you stay safe, kind and remember to face your fears no matter what.
Hush! Listen! The wind Sings a song of our time. Do not close your ears. GIF source: Tenor
I write from the middle (might have posted this already…)
I write from the middle. And the other side of sanity Do we sing Of common sense Here in this Universe’s madhouse? No matter. Shattered we are.