Great No-thing
Silent love
revolting against superficial logic
do not resign
cause logic cannot suppress the Great No-thing
when there are still feelings involved
there will be hope
that one day
the struggle will end
in a satisfying draw
Non-theme
To look for a theme
of a poem
to use a non-theme
without finding a way-out
to transfer your melancholy
into words
that will bend
lines
just
by touching.
Toc, toc (2-10-1984)
Toc
toc
toc
the hammering
of words
without an
added value
they will
leave impressions
which will be erased
by a light breeze
coming by.
My life (13-11-1984)
Meeting place of
coincidence
your life
one out of how many
how often
play-ball of fortune
gaining momentum
by efficient
collisions
To myself (2-10-1984)
To whom,
do I write
who reads
who will understand
who
I hope it will not be
yourself
only.
The therapy is working
just let him write
that will do
for the moment
till he finds
somebody
finding a way to
direct the energy
spilled into frustrations,
obsessions
the shrink mentioned
in his notebook.
How cynical,
he called the day.
Mocking bird (11-01-1985)
Remember the mocking bird
ideal, that will not
be understood
by lots of others
mystified creature
in a language
that will hardly
be understood
by the people I
want to understand.
C.F. (1)
To write the final words
she cannot answer.
After that time you will send
some words in an empty space
till two letters arrive
NO
Signed C.F.
C.F. (2)
Trying to forget
an impossibility
if you spot
her hair
feelings revive
eyes shed two tears
if it shows her eyes
you are trying to remember
hers again.
C.F. (3)
Grief, slowly swallowing
the shrivelling residu of my blood
another year of not seeing
will it leave one drip behind
to welcome?
C.F. (4)
A slight hope
of C. ringing you
when will she have time
or is it a matter
of restricting her stay
to those two-three days
at the end of this month.
Life should go on
and you should be
riding the waves
instead of letting
so many pass.
C.F. (5, 25-7-1984)
A quarter, to sit
in a train
that you will have to leave
before it leaves
she leaves.
To talk, what to say
in a quarter when
there is no time to talk
what you wanted to
To be
in a corridor
in order to kiss
good-bye
Three kisses, some words
To press
her hand just
before departure
a train starts
to move
to watch
her disappear
tears start to appear
you walk till
the platform becomes empty,
desolate.
To cry silently
before taking a tram
this time it will be
without.
Concerto (December 1983)
A concerto for piano
moment to withdraw
from constructing a paper
To grab a
malfunctioning pen
worn out of writing so many lines,
less logical, loaded
with feelings, often hidden
between lines, where they will
burn
months, years
E (13-05-1984)
To reach for the stars
instead
of looking and thinking
if (?)
But there are so many!
Rivers
Days go by
fast streaming rivers
struggle
to influence
Otherwise, you will be spitted out
at the wrong places
Little girl
A little girl was swimming in the ocean
she was hoping that he would come
one day or the other
she was despairing that he would not come
one day or another
Top (05-02-1985)
To reach the top
and to stay
for days
letting the air
at that height
swell in your bones
dance on your skin
awaken the morning star