Category Archives: Poem

Greenhouses

Greenhouses

A little island in the south,
well-known by many, word of mouth
does travel far.
And bizarre houses
out of glass
are stuffed with greens,
do grace the place
– in midst the lake –
en masse.

Whitewash

Whitewash

When lights are out
night sounds appear
and overlay the gloss
of days, thoughts cross,
until a warbler, without fear,
sings out his doubt aloud.

Photo Post: Planet

Photo Post: Planet

Whirling through the empty space,
to chase the dream to leave a trace,
we lose the reference at times
of what's important, how to pace
our lives, to live for us, not for archives.

Rupture in Space and Time

Rupture in Space and Time

We got lost in a time without bounds,
with no home we roamed foreign towns,
to begin once again on new grounds,
seeking comfort in familiar sounds.

Music, like a home. All pictures shot in-camera by using multiple additive exposures. No post-processing merging, blending, or stacking. All pictures free from AI-creation or -enhancement.

Spring Day

Spring Day

A memory, far far away,
 like a distant gentle smell,
 appears and lingers on the soul,
 as if it was just yesterday
 that we got lost, nature embossed
 so soft and mild, we long to dwell,
 but it’s drowned by present tense,
 and just leaves subtle wounds – farewell.

So gut wie nie geschlafen

So gut wie nie geschlafen

Bellende Hunde jede Stunde, von Sekunde zu Sekunde reist der Geist von wach zu schlaf. Zu wach: Ein lauter Krach, der Nachbar schließt laut seine Tür – ohne jegliches Gespür. Ich mach das Dach zu und lieg flach im schwülen Bus, jetzt fehlt frischer Luft-Zufluss: Fenster auf zum Kühlen. Schluss, jetzt wird tief geschlummert. Endlich leise, zeitweise. Vögel singen, paarweise, Ton-Gebilde in die Nacht. Milde Luft bringt feinen Duft von Regen rein, von wegen kein Wasser, es tropft und strömt, wir sind verwöhnt von einsamer Natur; pur, rund um die Uhr. Und in der Ferne helle Sterne, eine einzelne Laterne leuchtet mitten ins Gesicht, ihr Licht durchbricht die dunkle Nacht, unangebracht. Feine Glocken von drei Schafen, Wellen im entfernten Hafen – wir schlummern ein, so gut es geht, bevor der nächste Tag ansteht.

An Ode to Vultures

An Ode to Vultures

A timid giant rides the wind,
ill-famed and often framed
as ravenous, yet kind inside,
enchants mankind,
dwells unconfined,
a gust of wind below his wings, 
a king of kings,
untamed and wild.

Do you remember the first time you heard your favorite album? The first time you fell in love with someone special? Or the last time you were fully enchanted by the inimitable beauty of nature? I, for the first time, saw one of the largest birds in Europe – the griffon vulture. And ever since, I can’t get enough.

Afterwards

Afterwards

Missed opportunities amidst routines,
thoughts caught by obtrusive screens –
for laziness we stride for now,
hide from duties, disallow
old habits to creep in, begin 
a time with generosity,
a life without velocity.

The Return

The Return

Orange beaks pass through the snow
in search for food they plough
the empty meadow, search for food,
slow, graceful steps, fierce attitude.