Category: Poem

Residue Short or long life everything what we live is reduced to a gray residue in our memory. From the old journeys remain the enigmatic coins pretending false

Warmth Memory freezes between my fingers, my eyes unwinking stare, while the birds migrate to warmer places in despair. The victory of winds it is, not of the

Poem for the World Poetry Day Writing Poetry Making audible the inaudible lifting lost words from the dungeon of Time, penetrating into the deepest of being. Germain Droogenbroodt

  WINGED BONDAGE Freedom flies away On autumn wings— Beyond the horizon, Far away to the south . . . The mountain range Weighs heavily on my eyes.

      Painting by Adina Romanescu   And If Love Were Right? . . .     Love, love, love! Always love! Everyone seeks it from the first sigh.

  John Hacking, The Netherlands The Light It dawns … the sun rises out of nowhere, ignites what only apparently comes from afar though it is near and

A Poem for Saint Valentine’s Day   The Sound of Existence to Diana Say your name softly over mine and repeat it every night before each song of

Repairer of Rainbows My commandment, since the beginning, from the never-returned star signs, is to toil, with burned eyelashes, to repair butterfly wings. Godly, I am carrying my

Arid Field The barren field is flooded by the fire, seedlings burn like scanty hairs, earth’s chapped lips remain silent, only the trees in the distance are trembling

Painting by Dominique Joyeux, France https://dominiquejoyeuxart.com Correction The manuscript of your book is…at printer, and the proofs will be corrected soon ─I almost said “hoisted”─ * (Ewald Osers,