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Category: poetry

  • break down

    at the faintest sound
    ready to freeze
    at the tiniest glimpse
    ready to run
    at the slightest touch
    ready to fight
    every fiber in the body
    prepared for survival
    ready all the time
    prepared for every occasion
    still building up the tautness
    still tightening more and more
    never feeling any of the tension
    never sensing the strain
    until the tiny cracks appear
    and the muscles tear apart
    a burning sensation
    a lack of strength
    everything tumbling down
    everything breaking apart
    no energy left
    just endless rest

  • pasta á la haiku

    burning hot
    driving tears into my eyes
    enjoying dinner

    — elbow pasta with arrabbiata sauce

    meaty sauce
    rich in tomatoes
    freshly cooked

    — fusilli pasta with bolognese sauce

  • daily input

    too bright
    too dim

    too loud
    too noisy

    too pungent
    too fragrant

    too bland
    too savory

    too hot
    too cold

    too tight
    too loose

    too crowded
    too cramped

    too much sensory input
    every day

  • hoarding haiku

    precious stones
    glittering and sparkling all around
    well guarded

    — treasure

    countless pages
    endless words and pictures
    ever growing

    — knowledge

  • surrealism

    do you want to come
    on a journey with me?

    to barren lands
    floating islands

    shadowed people
    long legged, stalking animals

    a lot of beans
    and crutches

    forgetting time
    and space

    just being in the moment
    enjoying the beauty of eternity

    too have a look at the future
    forgetting the past

    realising it is all just an illusion
    a trick of the mind

    ungraspable
    and yet as real as you and me

  • dissipation

    Do you feel the wind blowing?

    Or is the air standing still?

    Are you standing still?

    Or are you going somewhere?

    On which ground do you stand?

    Or on anything at all?

    Do you see the sky above?

    Or below?

    Do you eat eggs?

    Or do you hatch them?

    Can you catch a butterfly?

    Or transform into one?

    Can you tell me the time?

    Or has it already melted?

    How do you capture eternity?

    Or even a fleeting moment?

    Are you defining words?

    Or are you merely tossing them aside?

    I don’t know your name.

    Do you know mine?

  • feeling the pressure

    too much thinking

    less feeling

    pressured

    to capture the day

    the impressions

    too fresh

    lingering in the mind

    clouding the judgement

    this fixation on writing something

    anything

    that fits the days theme

    ... ... ...

    wait a night

    let it sink in

    and then

    look at it with fresh eyes

    mind unclouded

    and a lot to write about

  • crawling

    crawling
    still crawling
    ever crawling
    never looking back
    not seeing ahead
    unchanging view
    how far did I crawl?
    how much longer do I crawl?
    did I ever not crawl?
    what if I stop crawling?
    don't dare to stop crawling
    need to crawl to the end
    I'm still crawling
    towards the end
    that will never come

  • fruity haiku

    sweet and juicy
    a mix of yellow, red and green
    delightfully refreshing

    — fruit salad

    bed of flour
    carrying pearls of taste
    soft delight

    — fruity sponge cake

    in cooperation with a rhyming snail

  • Dorfromantik: haiku

    tile by tile
    building beautiful landscapes
    in co-operation

    — Dorfromantik: The Board Game

    cherry blossoms
    setting the theme for the terrain
    a second variant

    — Dorfromantik: Sakura

    Wikipedia: Dorfromantik (board game) and Dorfromantik: Sakura