Tag Archives: International Poetry Month

INPM #9: On this long storm the Rainbow rose

On this long storm the Rainbow rose On this long storm the Rainbow rose — On this late Morn — the Sun — The clouds — like listless Elephants — Horizons — straggled down — The Birds rose smiling, in … Continue reading

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INPM #8: Dolphins

Dolphins Pushing through green waters Symbol of joy You leap from the depths To touch the sky Scattering spray Like handfuls of jewels Not caged by union rules Unfettered by sales targets No trains or planes to catch Your time … Continue reading

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INPM #7: The Mermaid

The Mermaid I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a comb of pearl, On a throne? II I would be a mermaid fair; I would sing to … Continue reading

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INPM #6: Atlantis

  Atlantis Being set on the idea Of getting to Atlantis, You have discovered of course Only the Ship of Fools is Making the voyage this year, As gales of abnormal force Are predicted, and that you Must therefore be … Continue reading

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INPM #5: City Trees

City Trees The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes. And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedly Would … Continue reading

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INPM #4: In Memory of my Grandmother

(Reposted once more. Read the English translation at further down.) ________________________ Sonntagskind: Ich habe keine Worte. Nur Tränen. Du bist auch kein Freund vieler Worte, großer Gesten. Also kein Gedicht. Nur, es ist so – Unsere Tränen, Uns selbst überlassen, … Continue reading

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INPM #3: Butterfly Laughter

Butterfly Laughter In the middle of our porridge plates There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who should reach the butterfly first. Then the Grandmother said: “Do not eat the poor butterfly.” That made us laugh. … Continue reading

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