This is the love`s…

I made an other translation of a short poem from Schiller, I stumbled about yesterday. The poem belongs to Schiller`s tragedi “Die Braut von Messina”

Das ist der Liebe…

Das ist der Liebe heil’ger Götterstrahl,
der in die Seele schlägt und trifft und zündet,
wenn sich Verwandtes zu Verwandtem findet;
Da ist kein Widerstand und keine Wahl;
Es löst der Mensch nicht, was der Himmel bindet.

Schiller

This is the love`s…

This is the love god’s sacred ray,
Aiming at the soul, striking and igniting
When it finds one of your own kind.
There is no resistance and no choice;
No human can dissolve what heaven binds.

translation by GedichtArt

Thank you AC Benus for giving it a little finish.

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Kind of a song

I wrote kind of a song, I guess:

Sometimes there is no easy way out.
And sometimes there is no answer.
Sometimes you feel like bursting.
Sometimes you wish, you could shout.

And there might be a good reason,
Still something you can not see,
Or just a simple misunderstanding.
You don´t want to believe in treason.

Sometimes there is no easy way out.
And sometimes there is no answer.
Sometimes you feel like bursting.
Sometimes you wish, you could shout.

But honey please open your eyes,
There is no way for a happy ending,
For your own sake, put that aside.
Cut off all remaining emotional ties.

Sometimes there is no easy way out.
And sometimes there is no answer.
Sometimes you feel like bursting.
Sometimes you wish, you could shout.

Go eat lots of chocolate, candy and ice cream,
Go with your friends to get drunken at night.
Don`t be ashamed of the tears already shed.
Down at the river, cry your pain into the stream.

Sometimes there is no easy way out.
And sometimes there is no answer.
Sometimes you feel like bursting.
Come on sweetheart, let it go, shout!

©GedichtArt

Commemorating Pulse Attack

I took part at a commemorating to the Pulse Attack. Three years ago 49 people got murdered and 53 hurt. Today we remember this horrible tragedy.

First I struggled lots to write down my thoughts. Yet my dear friend and Bruderherz AC Benus wrote a whole collection of poems. While discussing with him, I came to the conclusion: Looking for my words in my home town, might be wise. So I reflected on the vigil held for the victims at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin.

A lot more poets and authors contributed (probably much better than me) to the commemorating, their thoughts, poems and work can be found here. Feel welcome to read.

Brandenburg Gate

Tonight people`s vote illumes the gate bright,
all the brilliant colors of the rainbow,
giving testimony, we are brothers.
So we are crying in sad candlelight.

Tonight the gate proclaims our woe and grief
Forty nine souls are cruelly ripped from us
from the world, life, love and from their future,
taken because of a hatred belief.

We lay down flowers in front of the gate,
jointly brothers and sisters, standing strong;
Berlin for Orlando remind their fate.

Stubborn and persistent at any rate,
even our hearts seem to crumble and break;
those shining colors will never mean hate.

– Lyssa/GedichtArt

brandenburgertor
Bildquelle: dpa

Yet

A drop rolling down skin
melted ice in my hand
hush, hush, my sweet love
hush, not finished
not finished yet….

Eyes firmly closed,
concentrate on your senses
a trail of wetness, a moan,
a tender hiss, not finished
not finished yet ….

Holding your breath
while my tongue travels,
in slow circles on heated flesh.
Breathe, lover, not finished
not finished yet…

Tension is raising,
bodies leaning towards each other
hands gently direct
hold on, not finished
not finished yet…..

©GedichtArt

Loving an author


You are my past, my present my future.
Every good adjective is connected to you.
I love you, since I met you, years ago,
before I even knew it, for ever, until our stars burn out.
Love you in the kitchen, under the table, on the floor,
besides the sea, above the cliff, trough every obstacle
and nearly every other preposition, I could use, too.
Almost every verb I like better doing it with you.
Irregularity never bothered us.
Active and passive we got a fix.
Direct and indirect speech works out.
Combinations of all parts done well.
Only the full stop causes problems,
I never want this to end.

©GedichtArt

Happy anniversary my love

Perfect morning

 

The rain is knocking on the big bedroom windows and I crawl deeper under the covers. Ten minutes later my son stands in front of my bed and the lovely scent of a cappuccino tickles my nose. I can hear my daughter singing in her room to our cat. After enjoying the first sip of coffee in the morning, I open my eyes completely and look around. My love and the son are lying next to me, both reading. The little girl stands in the bedroom door, bounces over to our bed and cuddles herself in the middle. An other sip of coffee. I pick my book and hers from the night stand. Rain is knocking on the big bedroom windows.

Rain

softly falling

a good excuse

to read in bed.

Perfect!

(My son has to do a test, how to write Elfchens tomorrow, so we both exercised later. LOL)

©GedichtArt