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I drowned a year ago

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I drowned a year ago

On an average Wednesday afternoon

I felt it comming – the water arising

The pressure on my skin as ist almost bursting

 

I am dripping…slowly out of myself

Am flooded, doors wide open

I can taste the salt on my lips

Drops are wandering down my trachea

Oh so tempting is the thought of resisting the waters

 

Bursting against my walls and rooftop

Lamps, cutlery and curtains are moving gracefully in gravity

Time has stopped for a moment or two

Still – i drink water and loosing air simultaneously

 

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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Silence of words

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There was a great silence in my head

It filed out all the creative spaces

Abandoned i felt – from words i hold most dear

Not able to  form even the smallest poetic sentence -

They drowned in daily chit chat

 

Wied awake i watched the willow in front of my window

Suddenly it felt like its leaves were touching me

Its tangled arms poked my heart

And i aroes to ethers spheres

 

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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A thought on dying

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Spring has arrived in my chamber of madness

Birds are falling from the sky -

The cures which i am bound to wear is inked on my skin

The weary dries slowly on small minded features

The cry i am whispering is for the leaves of green

- to grow on my fingers and toes

I ripp out the roots, want to fly like the ravens blood

In blooming meadows i hide my shadow

 

copyright 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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 Susan L. Daniels

 

All the best creative kickers!

franza

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Chicken Routine

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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

interrupted by 20 chews

 

24/7 at noon the chicken gets sliced

sometimes delayed by histerical erruptions

over burned rice

 

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

written for dVerse an eclectic mix of amazing writers..

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Dear WordPress Allies

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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

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A Storm is comming

franzad:

if you like, join our prompt…and link back in comment section…

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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

-         beware forth evermore

 

voiceless figures around my house

helmets clinging to clotheslines

shacks and rooftops are following me

 

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

 

now, for those of you who like a prompt,

be inspired to write an poem and if you like

link it to the comment section. i am looking

forward to your musings

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As If…

franzad:

check out Bruce and be inspired…

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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/

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This is me…dying

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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

placed to sip a cup of faces

 

slowly walking down the shore

i embrace the taunting lore

breaching waves around my crater

i am soaked in bubbled water

 

copyright (C) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

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Missing You

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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

is it enough to say i miss us

poetry verses in my ear i miss us fighthing, my dear

from the valley of my heart i contemplate

tender pick up the stacks of letters

on my shoulder lies your head while i kiss you

and i take my coat to leave again

between us lies everything

 

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

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A little bit of December

layer over layer are placing the biting winds

a promise of redemption

calling me into their realm

touches of the sky for fragile preciousness

angels crying dewdrops on icy cushions

one after one forming hieratical mosaics

as crystals tearing down my skin-

i am in awe of natures wonder

copyrigth (c) 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger


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lines…random drops

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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

with each stroke pleading for forgivness

 

humanity comes not easily to my understanding of worldly ways

so i gawk at hollow choices and take the beat

for dancing in streets of wonder i sidle beside flaws in favour

 

bitterness of pages written in silent nights over red poppy fields

running as the world is ending, i want to dive in snowy oceans

i fold in turning cycles closed to utter circumstances

 

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

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thoughts on middle eastern eruptions

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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

in lemon orchards and olive trees

running the night away with songs

prayed on pearls and wounded knees

 

screaming at the shattered bricks

through tunnels water floats in veins

drought grows in the house of virture

afraid of the mirrors gaze we hold our breath

 

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

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