I translated this from German to English. Which unfortunately makes it less elegant.
To share my love,
nothing more painful can I imagine,
than to tear my heart in two.
To be bound to someone eternally,
but never fully belong to him
There is neither yes nor no,
just endless desire.
To be betrayed, in the
most cruel way, is not
with the body, but
with the heart.
Chaos of emotions, Love and
Suffering have never been closer to
each other.
How will this End, no
solution in sight
With pain and tears?
I don't know
The obligation, to have to make a decision
weighs heavily on my Shoulders
At the downtown café
One idyllic August day
I thought why you didn’t care
To check up the pod, to stay
As you were, alive and kicking
But instead you proved your right
To admit you weren’t picking
The forget-me-nots that night
It was 6th of March last year
Just 6 days after St.David’s
Happy March, you said, Oh dear
Donald took In Welsh that service
Donald passed away in Jan
Of the twenty-twenty three
And you lived alone since then
For two years you were free
Now I sit among the pansies
With my Bourguignon and beer
Wond’ring what would be your fancies
If you’d suddenly appear..
Send me to the river,
I will show you what let go is.
Send me to the ocean,
and I will show you where let go leads.
Send me a flower, and I will show you what love gives.
Send me a plant, and I will show you what love is.
You—
what you are, what you want,
is much more than a metaphor.
A treasure living deep under the ocean
the more you dig, the more you sink in sin.
Only when you are able to see something beyond you,
Lift your head up and look above, under the sky,
And there your eyes meet the tree—
the one that was always there beside you.
While you were searching all in the loop,
the treasure you were truly seeking
was quietly sleeping
in the arms of your neighbour tree
Your lilted yawns
And the ends of your hair
Like the curled tails of prawns
Freckles on your face
Like the dappled fur of fawns
I'm the luckiest I've ever been
Lying in your arms
As if you were
A four-leaf clovered lawn
Every time I see you
It's like the first sight of dawn
After long and restless struggle
I am met with easing calm
Lightning lances across the sky
But off in the distance like dragon spines
Are the Mountains of Madness
And that is where I march
A sky twisted scarlet and violet
The clouds themselves seem to be bleeding
And the temperature alternates
Between blistering heat and blizzardly freeze
Reality is fabricated from dreams
And dreams are a distortion of my thoughts
Which are poorly mimicked by my voice
And I can't even tell what is real
I found the blade of heroes
In a secret spring in a forgotten forest
Blessed as a scion of the gods
Even the elves helped guide my feet
A witch cast illusions over my eyes
Humans became demons
And demons became human
But the harsh reality is that was always true
In a world of demons and angels
Sometimes it's hard to know which is which
But with a hand over my heart
I offer a solemn prayer to find guidance
The Mountains of Madness loom larger
Demons, angels, and witches all beaten
And while never defeated I have been wounded
But to the mountains I have come
But alas the madness was not in the mountains
Because the madness was in my mind
And the villain I pursued this whole time
Was actually me all along
Vernal Equinox
This is a day for picking up
that cast-aside poetry book
about dreams deferred, its clarity
a balm to your chafing heart.
This is a day for cabernet or single
malt scotch, as you sit, dressed in
flannel PJs beside a crackling fire.
Let the day-long rain clean windows
wash streets, coax roots, feed seeds,
kiss buds keen to burst into blossoms.
Let Winter’s protracted discontent pass
and Spring give birth to hope.
I love snow storms when they make their rounds,
The winds they whistle as the snow twirls around.
A bite on my cheeks from my frozen tears,
The numbness in my toes, it's frostbite I fear.
The air is so crisp it smells so clean,
The path I followed from the moon it gleams.
I can see my little candle burning up ahead,
It's warming the window above my bed.
I'm so cold I can't wait to get home,
Warm up by the fireplace made of stone.
Drink my hot cocoa then lull off to sleep,
By morning I'm certain the snow will be deep.
The green color of the bay looks so refreshing and cold. The boats speeding across the surface of the water look fun, scary, and exciting. The sun feels warm on my skin. The boats make different sounds. The sparkly water looks magical and pretty.A sailboat is gliding over the wavy waters, heading to a new destination. Airplanes that only fly in the sky, high above land or water also head towards a new but familiar destination, to drop off the passengers that are on that plane at an airport. A gorgeous March day on Saturday has so many different places to look at and see. The wind feels wonderful, cooling your hot and sweaty body down.
sprinkles of dew drops wake up the fescue
dandelion faeries spritz across my field
rooster makes his long-lost love crowing sound
another Kansas morning in March
nowhere I would rather be today
Beside a red-wire pen I lean,
Loathing to hear the fuss
Of victims bound in barbed shackles
Squealing 'can you hear us?'
Yet, through thin bars of crying steel
I see a meadow bright,
With a sky of forty northward stars
Lighting such a rare sight:
A thousand hooves, claws and wings
Paired up in two and two,
March as a deaf'ning multitude
Of a grace known by few.
And for miles they line before death
Stored away without key.
Yet under skies no hand can cage,
Their breath may float free
And so I sing; a song of joy
That hovers o'er waters,
And inspires the doves and ravens
Who fly but once fought us.
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Bluebonnets spill across the Texas highways~
it's as if the earth has flung open
a thousand secret doors
and let the sky fall through.
They gather in unruly congregations
crowding ditches,
leaning into the wind,
lifting their blue-lit faces
toward every passing traveler.
March moves through them
like a quiet blessing,
coaxing color from the soil
until the land becomes a hymn
unrhymed, unrestrained,
a wild devotion of blue.
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dawn cracks the lake's skin~
two herons stab silver, rise
winter still clinging
I hear the same tired story, year after year,
the one about Santa and eight tiny reindeer -
just before they say, "Leave cookies - be of good cheer".
So, I say, "Humbug!", and go to bed with a beer.
That spiel pounds in my head, hoof after hoof,
but a tough guy like me requires some proof.
This year, I woke up atingle, no longer aloof.
Imagine my glee to find poop on my roof.
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I walk through March's thaw,
mud-streaked paths, where hope and frost
clash in silent breath.
Each bud holds a whispered fight,
as shadows stretch toward light.
One cannot deny the Light
Of love
One can hide, reject
Forbid entrance thus presence
Can give love a random face and
Common form
But in splendid reality
Love is specific to each of us
Irreplaceable – no priceless jewel
Approaching such heart-felt
Effulgence – no finely crafted
Instrument with a more enchanting
Voice…
And when tenderly expressed, I love you,
Every fond star and partnered Heaven
Align, and are blissfully immortalized --
Love is creation at its eternal best
Sincerely manifest~ angels sing and God
Rejoices!
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