100 years since WW I

Water Buffalo Devil


in the core of everything
is panpipe,
violin, a garbage dump,
and horns that stretch beyond
the shopping street

i sit at Stuttgart, Schlossplatz
after World War I
a sketcher,
mud soaked in a dugout
& the sun

has not stopped shining
——i shift //pin
open questions on the storyteller’s furry limbs

“you’re out of place” i say

his eyes point nowhere

i re//store the contents of my bag,
a pen, a mobile, ticket with daisy seeds blown upon it
careful in the palm(s) of yet
another coat of arms,
another reign
another crippled soldier walking bombed out streets

a guy, dressed up as a sheik
sells whiskey to the youngsters on the lawn,
around the bend–
everything you dream but cannot see
“probably you fit in after all” i think

&his teeth reflect
the pattern
————of the road


i’m back..smiles… will be good to read&write poetry again… gimme a bit time to get back to you as i have a backlog of office work after the business trip but will be by soon…
today at dVerse we’re writing to a selection of pics by Phyllis Galembo.. doors open at 3pm EST


33 responses to “100 years since WW I

  1. so telling – and when we can write 100 years since the last war, and be happy in our peace, that too will be amazing; thanks claudia 🙂 meanwhile:

    “a sketcher,
    mud soaked in a dugout
    & the sun

    has not stopped shining

  2. cool last line…the reflection of his teeth….cool too putting yourself there in the dugout….sometimes we just have to find our place….or help others find their place in the grand picture…

    glad you are back. smiles.

  3. Well it is good to think about the idea that everyone fits in somewhere…..and that no one is out of place everywhere. Smiles. Good to see you back here, Claudia. You were missed.

  4. Welcome back to the blogland shack, yeah we don’t have to fit a certain mold, yet can still fit in easy enough, or not and just have fun.

  5. Here too there are numerous references to the fact that WW1 started a hundred years ago, especially in my region. To my students it seems like centuries ago.

  6. Great to have you back and what a return! Some excellent lines in this … love ‘his eyes point nowhere’ – a wonderfully cohesive piece of work.

  7. You nailed me, as with many others with /everything you dream & cannot see/–and yes, having you active again makes thing cohesive & balanced in the poetic world. That guy dressed up as a sheik selling whiskey to the children shook me up though; lots to chew on from your take on the image.

  8. everything you dream but cannot see
    “probably you fit in after all” i think….nicely done, Claudia. Good to see you 🙂

  9. Welcome back – good luck with the office work!

    I think if we cold stop worrying less about fitting in, we would find that we all do fit in, after all. Difference is our essence, is it not?

  10. Claudia, I’ve never lived in a place where waging war took place. The “after” made me “see” things, the wounded soldier…and I, wondering what must he have thought about the whole thing?? (Notice the double marks–grin!)

    WARS and GARBAGE DUMPLS we’ll have with us always. AND always there will be some of US who wonder, “How come I don’t fit in?” Is it because my teeth are mud-and-sand encrusted?

    Mind-bending piece of work. GOOD, Claudia.
    PEACE and LIGHT!

  11. Kudos for bringing the musical instruments in right away–that guitar image in the costumed figure is hard to miss. The image encourages a kind of self-reflection, I think, based on dissociation. I love the way you’ve ended the poem.

  12. Welcome back Claudia – we haven’t spoken in a few weeks 🙂

    I enjoyed the reference to world war – it gives you a unique dimension here. I love the touch of history.

  13. There must be something in Germany that is like a bell – bronzed over that tolls for the lost souls, for the strange twists of fate, for the post war period, for the new Germany that is tied now to so much art and music and modernity and yet those terrible times must haunt the old places like ghosts that no one wants to see.

    You don’t often touch on that as your work is so full of joy, beauty and eloquence but here the irony seeps through (if that’s what it is) – I guess just the weirdness that life goes on and time transforms.

    I always love your work – it gives me love, images, imagination and you.
    Thank you Claudia for being you and being in my life.

  14. Lovely to have you back, Claudia, and with a flourish! Beyond the shopping street lies the rot and stench, another reign, another crippled soldier… and you can enumarate all that horror and pestilence, yet suffuse it with light and tolerance. Beautiful!

  15. I gave this a couple of reads…it deserves it. For me, it paints the devastation of the aftermath of war on a country and its people. I like that you chose WWI–a more distant war, because the effects endure in subsequent generations. Are we getting ready for another conflagration–I sure pray we aren’t. Our world cannot endure more scars or financial burdens. That’s how I read it and to me it was so thought-provoking.