Relevance

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I have been away a while...I have found myself speechless after some human actions beyond my understanding...and again, once more in my life, I took time out to reflect on the relevance of words:
their meanings, their power to hurt and to heal, their absence, their changeability...

When thinking about the relevance of words I always come to the point where I reflect upon the relevance of writing, of poems, mine and others...times like these always render me unable to write for some time...until my soul recouvers again and my eyes wake up to the beauty and wonders of life and people and then a dam breaks and the words come back and flood me and all paper around me....


Things unsaid

Hide in single spaces
Between words and phrases
In pauses and blanks
They are the muted poems
In your head in your heart in your cock
It is there that you remember best



Icarus, female

I came too close to something
I could not fully grasp
With singed wings I toppled
From skies that looked full of promise
I must have missed the point when blue turned black
Now my scorched heart reminds me every day
That it is presumptuous to kiss the sun



Disposable

Be: Hungry, thirsty, horny
Want: food, drink, woman
See: package, can, body
Get: burger, pepsi, person
Use: hand, mouth, cock
Do: eat, drink, fuck
Dispose: faeces, piss, me



Information at the emergency ward

They told her he’d lost it
What exactly he’d lost
They could not say
For what it was
He had already safely
Locked inside himself
His throat blocked
By the indigestible key
He would never reveal
What brought him here



Spit it out!

You have been gnawing
This same old bone
For much too long

Spit it out!

Then go and bury it
Beneath the rose bushes
May its decay beget
Some unsung songs
Some new still undreamed dreams

copyright of all poems, ulrike gerbig