The wonderful Susan Daniels came up with this writing prompt:

“Behemoth. Any way you want to work it, singular or plural, let´s

write about the beasts-animals we love, the pulse of nature.

Any way you want to...”

So, fellow poets, writers if you want to join us, feel free to engage, share,

Write. Post your Poem on your blog and then link back to…

I saw him sitting at our kitchen table,

leaning over goosebump – ed chicken

rice pearls neatly arranged to decorate

the plates rim

chatty apple juice in tall glass figures

beside cutlery, 7 milimeters apart, excatly messured

i want to padd his reddish wollen sweater

comfort each knitted row

listening to the metallic sound of cutting meat

i watch the chicken get lifted up piece by piece…

Pardon my spelling, but i just wanted to say what a feast it is for me

sharing all this creativity with you.

Reading your words, be inspired by them.

Left in tears, filled with laughter, touched by your souls wrinkled corners.

I so enjoy your company, walking for a while with you on this path called life.

I wish you all a peaceful Christmas time, filled with gratitude, love and joy.

franza

stones beside my window sill

i feel the winters chill – crawling

out of lumpy shadows

-         vikings i have found on doorsteps

howling to their swords desire

bloody creatures dripping on screaming ground

a flock of crows

- voyages to the northern land

above my head i feel the pressured air dry

as the silent upraising of a magnetic storm…

in driftwood i hear a song emerging

ivy entwines around splattered moonlight

in shadows i kiss your heartwarming lips

touching the leafages moisty realm

i sidle to the hollow grounds

of tapestry in wrinkled bodies

i catch fireflys upon the nightly ceiling

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

All a reaction to Bruces wonderful words...

http://unfetteredbs.com/2012/12/09/i-am-2/

http://susandanielspoetry.com/2012/12/09/i-am/

http://inkineticapoetry.wordpress.com/2012/12/09/if-the/

i am soaked in bubbled water

dripping down the pipe lane drill

you called me your haunted daughter

running down the mourning hill

i sat still upon your parture

soaked am i in bubbled water

scattered ashes on my scalp

spooning out the greyish pulp

kissed by the curious hatter

dancing fireflys spiked with laces

soaked am in bubbled water…

Face against natures might

I tremble

Life exploding inside me

copyright (C) 2012 bx franziska dirnberger

i have left so many times

lost you over harsh tones and mean spirited thoughts

gathered around your daily breathing

cried over dried coffee cups piled up in sinks

wind engages in a gentle dance around curtains

on the beaches of my memory i listen

to your guitarre musings near fireplaces

diving into the trails of warmth around my body…

for all i am not in shiny glances, i bow in humble silence

all i lack in understanding- for you my dear i compensate

colored are the weeping willows dropping salvia with every breez

alas i found the harming nature inside my covered shelf of dreams

darker stains leaping on the geographical soil of inner strives

if ever laughter leaves your enduring faces i will shave my head…

if the root of the bark minds me hiding

clouded lilies will be waving farwell

to most beloved buried underneath

holy ashes spreading on white sheets

hearts can bear pain in memories

souls dividing into fractures of being

and lost is humanity on gunfires burning

deep down into lifes lived on edge and crumbles

laughing at the verge of downfall…

musty boxes of childish clothing

assembling in my moving hands

rolling around mothballs garlands

i detect the warmth of summer mornings

the ivory notes of dusted piano musings

smiling up my barefoot roots

lavendar soaps sinking in roomy smells

lingering between us gazing

acquaintaned dreams in wooden shelfs

all of this reminds me of you

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

sewed on gaping chest, your heart suits you

screaming fear of rotten breath

tell me my child of thousand words

how was it that i lost myself amongst so many

far too long have you been bleeding

my kisses lack the ability to heal your wounds

only deeper do they chase the embers inside you

thoughts disintegrate like ice in sweet water…