Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
on silence
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sometimes even poets have no words....sometimes even the most eloquent fall silent...sometimes the words we have in our hearts are not sufficient...they will not do in expressing what happens to us...right then, at this very moment...sometimes our words are mared by anger, they burn inside....poisonous bile, that would corrode everything it hits...then we best remain silent too...sometimes our sadness, our pain, our happiness or our love are too big for any poem...sometimes life surprises us, rolls over us and leaves us drenched in shock and wonder ... even the most beautiful gifts can throw us off balance...make us mute...
i then wait the emotional storm out...eventually the right words will find their way out of me and onto paper....
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
No Poems
Are no answer
Are no insight
Are no feelings
Are being alone
Are being denied
Are being forgotten
Are being cast out of Eden
Are being thrown into a dark void
Without a guiding planet without
A sun without any single star without
Warmth without light without hope without life
beyond words
we write messages
single-sentenced
double-spaced
electronically transmitted
muteness
our true self hides shyly
in the starkwhiteness
between the
hapless lonely words
Speaking in tongues
I wish I could do it
It then would just
Flow out of me
A passionate torrent
Of uncensored self
A tsunami of truth
Anger fear love longing
Devastating
Undeniable
Unbridled
Tactless
Carefree
Shedding
The wise or the virtuous
There is no time
For the little girl act
For fairy tales
For Pollyanna
Life is too short!
This calls for the mad angel of verse
Walking barefoot through the fire
Unmasking the worldIn a frenzied dance of
Brazen rhyme and barefaced rhythm
all poems copyright ulrike gerbig, 2006
sometimes even poets have no words....sometimes even the most eloquent fall silent...sometimes the words we have in our hearts are not sufficient...they will not do in expressing what happens to us...right then, at this very moment...sometimes our words are mared by anger, they burn inside....poisonous bile, that would corrode everything it hits...then we best remain silent too...sometimes our sadness, our pain, our happiness or our love are too big for any poem...sometimes life surprises us, rolls over us and leaves us drenched in shock and wonder ... even the most beautiful gifts can throw us off balance...make us mute...
i then wait the emotional storm out...eventually the right words will find their way out of me and onto paper....
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
No Poems
Are no answer
Are no insight
Are no feelings
Are being alone
Are being denied
Are being forgotten
Are being cast out of Eden
Are being thrown into a dark void
Without a guiding planet without
A sun without any single star without
Warmth without light without hope without life
beyond words
we write messages
single-sentenced
double-spaced
electronically transmitted
muteness
our true self hides shyly
in the starkwhiteness
between the
hapless lonely words
Speaking in tongues
I wish I could do it
It then would just
Flow out of me
A passionate torrent
Of uncensored self
A tsunami of truth
Anger fear love longing
Devastating
Undeniable
Unbridled
Tactless
Carefree
Shedding
The wise or the virtuous
There is no time
For the little girl act
For fairy tales
For Pollyanna
Life is too short!
This calls for the mad angel of verse
Walking barefoot through the fire
Unmasking the worldIn a frenzied dance of
Brazen rhyme and barefaced rhythm
all poems copyright ulrike gerbig, 2006

