Friday, June 30, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 30.06.2017 / 30.12.2016





Words
    I wrote
Words
Not
With
Letters
Or
Characters
Alone
I wrote
    Them with
Pain

Dying
    if you
Were
Lying
Dead
In your
Flat
For
40 years
You
Haven’t
Died
    Yet
For real

Sleep
    Who is
Always
Sleeping
Will
Miss
Life
But
Could
    Dream
Without end

Death
    Death
Is
A door
Which
Has
Fallen to
And
You
Don’t
Know
Anymore
    What’s left
Behind

Martina
    I saw
You
In the
Lagoon of
Okarito
In the
Last
Bright lights
Of the
    Setting
Sun

Time
    Always
If
We
Grab
Presence
Or
Future
We only
Hold
    Past
In our hands

Sand
    The soft
Night
Grates
The
Constructions
Of the day
To
    Fine
Sand
 
Rustic Fence
    The white
Rustic fence
Looked
So
Unadventurous
That
No one
Suspected
    A corpse
Behind it


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