>your DNA

>like
echoes
in the dark
my song
channels
trails
towards
the sun

it’s you
i seek
and you
take me
out
of
the public
and love
my strives
away
behind
closed doors
i
kiss life
with
tender lips
and
strong arms
hold
me tight
and
inhaling
your breath
i
conceive
and
one day
give birth
to
what
you
have fathered
and what
in
bright daylight
truly
carries
your DNA

>Jasmin – a poem by my daughter Miriam

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This is a poem by my daughter Miriam (who is in La Paz at the moment) She wrote it for her best friend Jasmin – and I cried when I was reading it…
She posted it in german on her blog and allowed me to translate and post it here…hope you like it as much as I do…

Jasmin

i was sitting
all alone
on those stairs
and hated the day
and would’ve loved
to play
“my right, right place is empty..”
and i wished it was you
taking the seat next to me
and then we would just sit
side by side
like we’ve done
a hundred times
on that bench in Fischingen

and for all the people
who would’ve seen us
it had appeared
we were just silent
but both of us knew
we are not
but my thoughts
would have told your thoughts
without a single word
everything
that was so important
this very moment

>poetree

>i‘ve been dreamin’
of words
with a texture
thick,
distinctive and rough
like tree bark
and the smell
of forest mysteries
hitting my paper
rubbing scratchy marks
tearing it apart
with a rawness
and intensity
that made me shiver
all over
and gazing through knotholes
slowly spreading
and filling the spaces
i saw poetree
growing

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>iFall

>
when the walls
come close
like a sallow haze
which blurs my sight
and unsettles
my soul

i grab my coat
and escape
to a world
that colors
to
         f
           a
          l
            l

i climb
the highest tree
and let me wrap
in colored leaves
like in a blanket

and float
towards the ground
without a care
how deep the fall
might be

i boldly taste
the berries
of despair
and suck
their reddish flesh
like they could bring
some comfort

and while i
slowly drift
i feel
a whispering wind
brush shades of color
to my skin
with gentle hand

and gliding down
on autumns wings
a humming soil
embraces me
with moistly kisses
before i melt
and wither
into friendly ground

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>unframed

>

 

last night
i took you
to bed
and we got
intimate
on cool linen

you mirrored
my weakness
reflected
vulnerability
and your
skilfully
crafted
frame
spoke
of the
limitations
i would love
to deny

with tender
honesty
you let me
see
the things
that are
without
breaking
me apart

you let
me touch
not minding
all
the moistly
smears
i left
blurring vision
for a moment

you loved me
in small
doses
opened
my eyes
without
enforcing
what i’m not
yet ready
to see

when i got
bold
enough
to come
you close
i didn’t see
the borders
any more
just my eyes
reflecting
all the needs
you’ve met
decades ago
when the nails
that held you
unframed
my life

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>seduced

>almost motionless
face towards
glistening rays
of sunlight
like a famished flower
i stand

cherishing
blissful explosions
of sunshine

     i        e         o       k
f                w                  s     
          r                   r         

bursting
on my face
imbuing
warmth-hungry skin

i lust for
a sun-takeover
& happily surrender
to a masterpiece
of seduction
which unerringly strives
for climax
..when dark clouds
end our love affair
cold-turkey.

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>she wrote

>i hold a market scene in hands
with smiling, colored women
and loads of colored flowers in their bags
and woven shawls pile on their tables
and there’s your light-blue writing
flowing from the pen i know so well

My eager hands glide down the lines
and feel the paper
touched by you some days ago 
and gently strike the stamp
you placed so cross upon it

and i so long to smell
if after cruising half the world
some daughter’s scent still clings to it
i wanna take and tuck this postcard
right beneath my shirt
DIN A 6 cover my heart 
let its colors crawl under my skin
and woven shawls wrap round my soul 
i want your light blue script bleed off
onto my flesh and bones
and store it there
until you’re back

…my eldest daughter is for a year in La Paz…

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>summer-tired

>they whisper
with broken voices
hoarse from singing
bird-winged
summertime songs
of lantern-lit garden parties
parkbench-lovers
honey-bee stripes
and barefoot games

they whisper
echo through leaf tunnels
settle for darkness
touch reaped-empty fields
graze south-heading birds
with the broken voice
and the parting
love-mad lips
of a passed summer
let go

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>tangled up

>lightweight leaves
carried on autumn‘s breath
tumble & stumble
color-drunken
from summer-tired trees
and get caught in your hair
as we walk silent roads
and i get a reason to touch
and while i gently unravel
invisible leave bonds
with tender hands
my heart gets tangled up
in the endless brown
of your eyes

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