Had to write for work
It lasted longer than planned
Of course it did
So I needed fresh air
Walking I wanted to enjoy my freedom after work
But I got more freedom than I thought
I got the freedom of rain
This fresh water downstreaming my skin
Refreshing after the hours behind working bars
I got the freedom of a thunderstorm
I got the freedom of smoke from the woods
I got the freedom of felt hundreds of lights and sirens and people talking and screaming and telling
Their stories about what’s going on
What just went wrong
During that short amount of time
Freedom like a hurricane
On a Friday afternoon
All this freedom is simply insane
And barely to stand
The funny thing is
I could have turned
The second I felt the first drop of rain
The second I heard the thunderstorm coming for me
It was obvious
In front of my eyes
What was about to come
I had the freedom
To turn and walk back home
Dry and ashamed
The truth is
I wanted the freedom of walking on
Where I wanted to go
Crossing the wood
Passing the rain and the thunderstorm and the smoke and the people
Standing the weather
Surviving nature and the circumstances
My goal didn’t matter
The path was the goal
You know this mantra
It’s stupid
Because it’s so damn common
But it’s still true
Because of course my goal mattered
Without a goal
I wouldn’t have went out
I wouldn’t have felt my freedom
Now I’m sitting
Wet as a poodle
At the place I wanted to be
It doesn’t matter where it is
On the other side of the wood at least
It matters that I got here
I still have to go back home though
But as it always is
It will be like this once again
The way back home will be shorter
Because the first path leads away from home
Into the unknown
The second path takes you just back
On the way you are familiar with now
There is the railway station
Now being on my right hand side
Then come the ducks and geese
On the lake fighting each other
(They clearly smelled the thunder before)
The cut trees
The smoke again
(Hopefully not!)
The tiny river
The sweetly colourful blossoming of spring
Finally the street on the other side of the wood
Where I could turn again
But I will go straight back home
Enjoying the freedom that I just experienced —
PS. And there it is:
the clichéd rainbow.
© Dominik Alexander / 2023
Scriptorium '77 
That’s really wonderful 👍🌞
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Thank you very much! Read it again because of your comment and, of course, found a few typos. Will correct tomorrow! So, thanks for that, too 😎🎉
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I only found one typo but that doesn’t matter. It’s the content and I must say it is the best text I read this year 😎
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Well, thank you. You haven’t read much this year so far then. But it’s still appreciated! Because it’s comments like yours that put smiles on the face of a writer like me, drives me forward. Typing that, I will definitely dive into your blog a little closer. What I have read and seen so far, is inspiring! 🙂
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Many thanks! It’s entirely mutual! My comment was by no means meant to be flattering. Then I thought about asking you something: Would you like to write a text about one of my pictures? I would then write a blog post about it and of course acknowledge you accordingly. You’re the first one I’m asking, as I feel there are parallels in our creative approach. Of course, if you don’t get anything with it, that’s ok, I just wanted to ask before I shelve the idea again. 🙂
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It’s funny. Because I just went on your blog, discovered your gallery and thought that I would like to write a poem about one or two of your paintings. I’ve got an ongoing project of walking along the nearby river, writing a poem about the surroundings on every kilometre sign. The abstract paintings are something slightly different. But I’d like to try! Thank you for asking me 🙂
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Das ist wirklich wunderbar! Ich bin immer für Experimentelles zu haben. Wenn nichts daraus wird, ist das auch ok. Es hat weder Eile (ich fahre jetzt für 2 Wochen ans Meer) und es gibt keinerlei Einschränkungen. Und nur wenn es Spass macht. Ich habe einen blog-Beitrag über eine Zusammenarbeit mit einem Maler, “About Jack”, geschrieben und der ist sehr gut angekommen. Ich denke, die Leser lieben es, wenn sie in irgendeiner Form mit eingebunden sind, etwas mitverfolgen können. Langweiliges und Angepasstes gibt es hier eh genug.
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Absolut. Ohnehin leben wir in einer Zeit, in der die Grenzen für Schubladen immer fester gezurrt werden, obwohl sie doch fließender werden sollten.
“About Jack” werde ich mir auf jeden Fall anschauen! Wünsche Dir schon mal viel Freude und Entspannung am Meer. Hast Du, was das zu poetisierende Werk betrifft, einen besonderen Wunsch oder kann ich frei wählen?
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Du hast voellig Recht! Es ist eine Schande, wie sehr sich Kuenstler dem mainstream unterwerfen. Meist muessen, weil sie ja auch Brot auf dem Teller brauchen. Ich mochte lieber nichts vorschlagen und es Dir ueberlassen. Wenn Dich was anspricht, ist es fein. Einen Versuch ist es wert, denke ich. BTW: https://zettl.blog/2023/02/jack-dorner/ ist der besagte Artikel.
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Dann krame ich ein bisschen in Deinem Blog, und wenn mich was anspringt, schreibe ich was. Wann bist Du wieder erreichbar? Und wohin darf ich mein Werk senden?
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Wenn ich besser was vorschlagen soll, so kann ich das auch machen. Bin Ende des Monats wieder zurück, werde aber auch zwischendurch nachlesen. fzettl@gmail.com (Bitte notieren. Ich werde die Adresse später wieder rausnehmen – spams und so).
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Danke. Ist notiert. Musst aber nichts vorschlagen. Ich glaube, ich habe schon ein oder zwei Favoriten 🙂
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Wunderbar! Wie gesagt, kein Stress. Gutes Gelingen und besten Dank fürs Mitspielen 🙂
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Gern. Freu mich drauf 😎
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