Friday, December 1, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 01.12.2017 / 21.04.2017



Angels
    What do
Angels
During
Their
Lunch break?
Secretly
Well
Hidden
Behind
Clouds
    They will
Smoke

Spume
    With the
Spume
Of the
Waves
Ocean
Washes
Rubbish
On
The
Beach
Which
It
    Had driven
There

Mouth
    If we
Could
Hold
Our
Mouths
Shut
The silence
Would
Not be
    So un-
Bearable

Lightness
    The sky
Retains
Its
Lightness
As
All
Our
Heavy
Dreams
Fly
    Up
And away

Lightning
    Lightnings
Pick
Out
Trees
To
Continue
To
Live
    In their
Fire

Fishing
    Most
Anglers
Want
To catch
Absolutely
No
Fish
They
Rather
Want
To have
A Reason
To
    Watch
The water

Smile
    who always
Just
Smiles
Should
Not
Be
Surprised
To
End
In the
Ruins
    Of his
Smile

Blood beech
    The blood
Beech
Grows
Trough-
Out
The cen-
Turies
And
Every
Now
And then
Someone
Was
Hanging
    From
A rope


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