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For M.

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

Dear …..

I am sitting here, beneath the branches, swaying to the autuum breeze.

Thinking of you has taken on an obsessive character. There is a part of me, hiding like a trembling child, waiting in anguish fo a single word of you.

I resent and nurish this paart of myself.

And every once in a while, i detect a question rising in the darkest back of my head.  Why did i let you take hold over my quivering heart? Is it the human nature, which keeps my cells from parting?

Do i relish in this enticing pain? My trust is dyining, in slow-motion. And i let it.

How much are we responsible for the feelings of others, of our own?

It amazes me, how easely i let myself become this needy and wanting. Yearning for something…..you.

My cave of molded memories.

But not anymore.

I dont want your words…

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fleeting moment

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

Bumping in and out of moonlights,

i can feel Orions belt puncturing my skin.

beneath the crickets song -

i hear your soft laughter -

runnig till the world is ending,

skinny-dipping into wet proportions -

patterned black and blue -

the deep is raising goosebumps up my spine.

I am among dripping riots,

forward, forward till the yearning stills.

- the red and lilac next to my ear

- and grassy footprints on my bare feet,

breathless in the morning – light

copyright (c) 2014 by franzad

written for OLN by dVerse

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yet for you…

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

i could never dance

nor love

nor write

enough, for me to express

so very properly the feelings

i hold most dear.

yet for you -

i try the speech of men.

words stumble with dear intent,

along my tounge to breach

- my bottom lip -

grazes yours, to reveal

- the trembling letters -

slowly crawling upon your theeth.

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I drowned a year ago

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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…

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

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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