English – Page 59 – Scriptorium '77

The Cherry Tree

There hangs a memory about fifth of January
Above the cherry tree of my imagination

Writing / Schreiben

Aphorism/us —
Writing / Schreiben

Night Of the Closed Windows

Shattered and broken in mind
Perhaps disillusioned of some kind
Must those humans be
Who blow up fire works into the sky to see

Thoughts Are Like Treasures

Thoughts are like treasures
They are kept within
The mind
When they aren’t written

Loneliness In a Winter Wonderland Isn’t Lonely

Only seldom this occasion occurs
When you wonder
While you wander
In a winter wonderland

World From Atop

Being out there
This wilderness
So pure
Just blue here

LOOKING

Looking is the only way I allow myself to drool about the pleasures of life
Looking along the crowded street wishing it was empty

Wrong Direction

Wondering about the people in here
Wandering about the sky
At least the one in their mobile phones
Standing in the queue before

Sonnet #15: Cemetery

In front of me an older man is filming
The countryside that’s stressful flying by
The train ride wasn’t meant to be fulfilling
In fact it never is when I might try

What’s Worth To Be Against It Every Single Time?

Just close your eyes and despise what you just saw. It won’t be against the law to refuse to help.