Category Archives: Poem

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.

Snowdrops (Part 2)

Snowdrops (Part 2)

A glimpse of time that passes by,
down at the river, here I lie.
Startled starlings high above.
Each second fleeting, why
are we longing for the neat deceit
of endless time, eternity?

Obscured

Obscured

Trees shifted by a gentle breeze
of grace, at ease the silent world around,
clouds drifting by, unbound and free,
three cranes agree with distant calls:
a potpourri of nature's soul.

Snowdrops (Part 1)

Snowdrops (Part 1)

Spring music;
played by little bells in white,
a well of warmth despite cold air.
Each year they do appear,
to persevere
where orange-colored skies collide.

Negatives

Negatives

Light flows through the leaves
deep shadows hide beneath:
A lonely flower blooms and shines,
the only one, and it declines
as soon as signs of spring disperse,
and winter reigns again.

Persistence

Persistence

Small and quick,
he hauls his loot,
cuts through the light,
speeds through my sight,
lifts off, his flight
insouciant.

Light is everything in photography. It shapes the scene and provides a sense of time and place. Depending on the direction of light in relation to the camera, the same subject can change its color, form, feeling, and essence.