Sonnet #8: Snow

This Winter world with all its stressful mess
The bliss surrounding deeply hidden treasures
Inside the foxes’ hearts appear, I guess
One thousand snowflake forms with all that measures

© Dominik Alexander / 2021

Thanks For Nothing

The message seems appropriate
For the past year almost gone
Some people might ask
What actually have we done

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

Dieses eine Leben

Lethargisch versinkt das Abendrot
Ohne Hast und ohne Not
Aus seinem Blick bereits am Morgen
Quälend nagen die Sorgen

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

Watching People On Christmas Eve

Corona played its card today
Right from the start
All plans abandoned
On the day prior to Christmas Eve

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

Barrakuhda

Seit ein paar Tagen wieder einmal der frische Geruch noch warmer Brötchen. Wie schnell man etwas vergessen kann, ohne es zu vermissen. Ich erwische mich bei dem Gedanken, dass es mir mit dem Theater ebenso geht.

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

Human Superpower

Here we go for the sunshine
Privately settling just fine
Make a shift and start
Your engine be a part

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

Triptychon 3 6 9

Recognising cascades gleaming
Hurricanes of obsolescence
Finishing the distance here
Set a point
Make it clear

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

Y

Menschenendeheraufbeschwörende
Verschwörungsmythenanhängende
Obrigkeitshörigkeitsnegation
Neoromantikheraufbeschwörer

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

I Can’t Breathe

What do the numbers tell you about Saxony during COVID-19
When they are saying: We are low

© Dominik Alexander / 2020

corona dysphoria

the door to tomorrow
opens in the shadows of today
brush aside the path of sorrow
and make your way

© Dominik Alexander / 2020