first winter poem
faint as an ancestor
who forgot to tell me his name.
I have appeared now
under the other end of this periscope...
I have nothing to say.
why can't you lie down beside me
and be with me - lonely, easy, peaceful.
doing as much in a day as a ball of wool
walking in the garden
sleeping in the shade of words too big
to live up to.
going from refrain to refrain,
waiting for the chorus again
some songs have no meaning
they just like to be played
again and again and again.
leaving my passport at the window
putting stones on a slow-boil.
sometimes climbing a hill
is easier, than climbing two steps
to someone's front-door.
how much is this blog worth ?