My Po&ry E-Book

KM Wegelius

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 41

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The Collection consists of steps in a spiral staircase. These steps are the fundamental themes in Mans life: One month of my life The last moments of the last Man The phases of love Natural and Imaginative Kiss My Turku

Leseprobe

My Son

Contents

I Natural

II The last of humankind

III Imaginative

IV Phases of Love

IV.I Creating Love

IV.II Let’s make Love

IV.III Let’s be Together

IV.IV Breaking Up

IV.V Alone and Quietly

I Natural

March

The sun showers intense light,

painting the last snowbanks purple

The first day of March is heated by the logs and their

chemical transformation play

On my writing desk, in a cloudy glass of water, a greenish

pussy willow

In the opposite window of a dilapidated neighboring

house, a young mother appears breastfeeding

The reflection of the window obscures her image,

rejected by the echo of swaying church bells

The downy, yellowish branches of the pussy willow curve

from the glass, like the mosaic of terrene tentacles of

Amos Rex.

A passing lane in the sky, silver strings of clouds make

headway after February, before tired April, one ordinary

March

September came

…and its unfinished clouds,

with themeless drops falling from them,

dripping like a runny nose,

damp stories as remaining leaves cover my house in

empty verses.

Until an epic snowfall takes over,

tragically banishing autumn into obscurity.

October

Everything that smelled of summer withered away

Bright warm colors became deeper before the end

My friends crouch into their caves like the bear retreats

into hibernation

Silence has thrown its purple quilt over the sunset

Behind my window, darkness plays hide and seek with

my reading lamp

I am writing a poem in key minor, about living hope.

From cold to warm

From the North Sea wind

frigid, a tear wells from intensity,

drowning into the waves of the tumultuous sea

and mixing with the surf,

suddenly finds a way to your skin,

in a most beautiful and warm moment

Sunflower

Like a downpour, the moments of my life fall around me in drops, running into most as I walk quickly, and getting drenched when I stand still, I understand the rain better.

Should I run to find shelter from the rain or should I jump from puddle to puddle?

Rain soaks the seeds waiting underground, encouraging them to grow, erupting with sunflower rays.

Poplar

The last leaf of a poplar tree falls

in the darkness of the night,

there is a beauty hidden from view

going down amongst the others

and composes

Leaf in the wind

Was this what I was waiting for,

one more leaf left

The flutter in the wind tells of autumn’s arrival

Delivers that which is most beautiful in itself

In colors the hope, in forms the joy, in movement the belief

The coming spring’s new colors

another chance they give

Micro or macro

Is our sun a spark from the Big Bang

the spark that glowed for billions of years,

so immense and important to us

Is a spark from our campfire someone else’s sun

going out in seconds for us,

and for others lasting billions of ages

Blind Cat

A blind cat always looks straight ahead

A blind cat sees sound in 9D

A blind cat knows who you are even if you stray

A blind cat sees the most beautiful world

Cabin shore

The water on the shore is too cloudy to reveal its mud bottom.

The windows of my cabin show pictures of willows on

the water's edge.

Pigeons coo late into the evening, as the sun sets,

A few passers-by stop to sit on the gut stones,

In the light of this yard there is no tomorrow,

I see the days through my window,

Staring at shoreless plains.

Release

My smile repeats already every day, my mind is lighter

than the butterflies in the sky

Relaxing all day long, forgetting the physical labor I so needed

Intelligence brings the simplicity of understanding

The wind transports mindless clouds to the shore of the sky

The sea eagle bows under the protection of its nesting tree

The grass snake disappears into a hole in the rocks

I am among them the wild apple tree

The drawn out fall on my island turns towards night’s cold embrace

Islet

Rainwater that has flowed into the crevices of the bedrock

quickly evaporates by the sun

The boathouse paint has faded into gray

Fishing nets have dried in and burned out by sun

The autumn breeze ebbs and flows on the shoreline

In the middle of the islet,

a man leaning on the bend of the only pine tree,

surrounded by nature,

nearly sixty years old.

II The last of humankind

The sun is on the verge of death, humans

have evolved for billions of years. The

last solitary man waits for the last

sunrise. How have we survived for so long,

what lonely thoughts are there as the end

grows near, what comes after the end.