tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15918659515550645672024-02-07T02:33:13.166+00:00mallige huSometimes I cry. Sometimes I write. And maybe someone will read and find a flower among these weeds.nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-55803345207504674902018-06-06T14:02:00.004+01:002018-06-06T14:02:54.484+01:00sommernachtsmond<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
die pappeln haben<br />
den sommernachtsmond<br />
gefangen, wiedereinmal.<br />
heute aber fließt keine milch<br />
aus der leuchtenden tiefe.<br />
vom glasklaren nachthimmel<br />
hinter dem schattenriss der zweige<br />
fließt gleißend<br />
nur der mond<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-20827787073641186652017-05-23T21:42:00.003+01:002017-05-23T21:42:51.907+01:00luftwesen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
ich bin ein luftwesen<br />
schmetterling<br />
flieg mit dem tag<br />
<br />
lichtwesen neigen sich<br />
vor deinen schwingen<br />
stirb mit dem tag<br />
<br />
hinein in den nachtgesang<br />
seelenvogel<br />
neige dein herz</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-73938245111028094642016-02-14T16:29:00.001+00:002016-02-14T16:29:09.002+00:00february snow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
suddenly snowflakes drift down<br />
thicker and faster now<br />
winter breaks<br />
into premature spring<br />
behind the clouds the dying day<br />
caught by the crowd of magic crystals<br />
falls from the sky<br />
<br /></div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-77523399080376601582015-12-15T13:54:00.000+00:002015-12-15T13:54:01.762+00:00to let<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i am to let<br />
i have put up the board<br />
i am vacating any day<br />
i let<br />
my life<br />
bedrooms<br />
fitted kitchens<br />
fully furnished<br />
all the white goods<br />
in perfect condition<br />
this life<br />
this body<br />
is for rent<br />
per calendar month<br />
so many<br />
hours of sunshine<br />
and warmth<br />
laughter<br />
pay me by standing order<br />
no agent's fees<br />
no contract<br />
<br />
no, no, do not worry<br />
do not expect me<br />
to give notice<br />
of self-possession<br />
i do not plan<br />
to take it back<br />
<br />
you are welcome<br />
move in any day<br />
<br />
i have already moved out<br />
look at all<br />
the empty rooms</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-7427593997882794682015-12-15T13:51:00.001+00:002015-12-15T13:51:03.068+00:00Mother-Tree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="DE">here, now, i will grow roots</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">roots that reach deeply into fertile soil</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">a firm foundation</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">from this i grow my trunk.</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">unshakable i stand</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">for you to rest against, and test your balance</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">for you to run around in mirth</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">or hide behind</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">to cut into the bark, to leave a mark of your
existence</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">and your love</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">my trunk for you to try your strength</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">and show you what strength is</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">drawn from the depth</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">and firmly rooted.</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">and from the trunk i stretch my branches</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">now you can rest and sleep</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">under my shade</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">my watchful eyes</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">my silent presence, joyful shimmering of
leaves –</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">i stretch them wide, my branches</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">and i reach them down</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">yes, here you will be safe</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">for you, there will be fruit and flowers</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">all in their season</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">(i turn into the appletree and in my childhood's
garden)</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">i reach them high, my branches, too</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">to gather light for you</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">and to draw you up into the light</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">you will start climbing on my sturdy branches</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">then build your nest amongst the leaves</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">until you reach the crown</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">for now, i know i have to stand</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">and spread my roots, expand my trunk, </span></div>
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<span lang="DE">stretch out my branches, keep my green leaves</span></div>
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<span lang="DE">for you. </span></div>
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nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-71039181773778534852014-10-10T10:07:00.000+01:002014-10-10T10:07:34.590+01:00untitled<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
in the morning,<br />
the full moon dissolves<br />
into daylight<br />
sky blue<br />
i step into the wind<br />
of another day</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-59041588079609660642014-10-10T10:05:00.001+01:002014-10-10T10:05:34.858+01:00die wunden des oktober<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
auf dem asphalt kastanien<br />
aufgeplatzt zetreten zerfahren<br />
lauter leuchtendes fleisch<br />
offene wunden<br />
die stachligen hüllen verstreut<br />
gewaltsam endet der sommer</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-80907287816265054542014-09-18T13:26:00.000+01:002014-09-18T13:26:11.015+01:00now you are always with me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
you have been calling me<br />
and now you are here<br />
i have been waiting for you<br />
now you are always with me<br />
<br />
beyond the stars <br />
you have been waiting for me<br />
to call out to you<br />
now you are always with me<br />
<br />
on earth<br />
your life begins within my body <br />
now i am always with you<br />
<br />
now you are always with me<br />
as you have been<br />
forever<br />
<br />
in my sacred grove, grow<br />
until the day my arms will hold you<br />
until the day you let go of my hand<br />
until the day my hand lets go of the world<br />
until the day the world lets you go<br />
<br />
and we return<br />
to the stars<br />
and we will be with each other<br />
forever</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-90690545846019975562014-09-18T13:25:00.001+01:002014-09-18T13:25:24.938+01:00On the loss of innocence & magic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
now you are emerging<br />
from the realm of innocence and magic<br />
your eyes no longer see (the world)<br />
or dream (images of heaven)<br />
<br />
they attach themselves to the letter<br />
and to the letter<br />
they attach<br />
meaning<br />
<br />
these now create what you see<br />
these now create your world<br />
<br />
can you see it yet?<br />
do you see the change of light?<br />
<br />
as i see you start to read, <br />
i cannot help<br />
but feel<br />
sadness <br />
at the loss of innocence and magic<br />
the change of light in your eyes<br />
<br />
i know there is a new world<br />
in each letter<br />
each book<br />
yes, my world<br />
<br />
yet i wish i could save (for myself,<br />
and for you)<br />
the magic light<br />
of innocent imagination<br />
<br />
but who am i fooling<br />
this is the way of the world</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-25515755384475469292014-04-21T14:36:00.003+01:002014-04-21T14:36:53.666+01:00wintermärchen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
über dem winter meiner seele schüttelt frau holle<br />
ihre betten aus.<br />
hier regiert die nacht. ewiges eis ächzt.<br />
ungläubig blickt man auf den frühling.<br />
<br />
am anderen ufer herrscht eine andere zeit.<br />
mit der sonne kommt das vergessen.<br />
man verbannt die dunkelheit misstrauisch<br />
in immer kürzere nächte.<br />
hinter vorgehaltener hand erzählt man kindern<br />
märchen von eisblumen.</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-70502226268995856692014-02-18T09:36:00.004+00:002014-02-18T09:36:48.963+00:00würzburg im februar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
hier oben greift der rauhreif noch nach den letzten halmen<br />
aus der stadt steigen weihrauchschwaden auf<br />
kälte kriecht unter den rock<br />
vogelgezwitscher legt sich um das haupt<br />
kahler sträucher fingerspitzen tasten ängstlich<br />
nach der sonne.</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-86056329380531562582014-02-05T19:45:00.001+00:002014-02-05T19:45:24.250+00:00a tale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
1.<br />
it's an old story<br />
boy loves girl, girl loves<br />
boy, it's an old<br />
story<br />
it has no beginning nor end, it's<br />
an old story<br />
man woman love<br />
same old story<br />
same old, same old<br />
same same<br />
old<br />
story.<br />
<br />
2.<br />
once upon a time, there was<br />
(boy, girl)<br />
love<br />
(girl, boy)<br />
and they lived happily ever after<br />
<br />
3.<br />
this is just the beginning<br />
this is just the same<br />
(old story)<br />
it was over before it had even started<br />
there was no time<br />
(love)<br />
it is just the same<br />
<br />
4.<br />
see, i told you so.</div>
nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-56865112894309975152013-10-16T12:59:00.001+01:002013-10-16T13:00:51.068+01:00what i knowi know that clear nights are colder than cloudy nights<br />
and days are warmer than nights and summer nights<br />
shorter than winter nights and<br />
it is the sun that lights the day and the moon<br />
waxes and wanes<br />
i know that rain<br />
falls like apples and leaves in the autumn<br />
i know humans are two-legged creatures<br />
and that the earth's gravity<br />
prevents us from falling<br />
and flying<br />
<br />
i have perceived these, i have built my life around<br />
knowing what i think into existence<br />
but who will prove the world to me<br />
even as i see it<br />
or myself<br />
<br />
i can fly<br />
q.e.d.nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-64634989235407355542013-10-02T12:18:00.002+01:002013-10-16T10:55:11.227+01:00ಸಣ್ಣ ನೆನಪು (ಈ ಕ್ಷಣವೇ)ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಿ, ಹೇಗಿದ್ದಿ<br />
ನೀನು. ಈ ಕ್ಷಣವೇ<br />
ನೆನಪಾಯಿತು<br />
ಕಣ್ಣು, ಮುಖ.<br />
ಒಳಗಿನಿಂದ<br />
ನಿನ್ನ ಸ್ವರ<br />
ನೆನಪಾಯಿತು<br />
ನೋಡು.<br />
ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಿ ನೀನು,<br />
ಮಳೆ ಬೀಳ್ತಾ ಇದೆ.nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-86880275283831451812013-09-06T18:34:00.001+01:002013-09-06T18:34:36.298+01:00trostbarfuss tröste ich mich darüber hinweg<br />
dass der sommer<br />
bald geht dass das land am geschlossenen fenster<br />
vorüberzieht dass das wasser den fluss hinab<br />
fliesst ich könnte die hand hineinhalten<br />
wäre da nicht<br />
das geschlossene fenster<br />
müsste ich nicht<br />
weiterziehen<br />
verginge die zeit<br />
nicht<br />
<br />
und bliebe ich immer barfuss<br />
die blossen füße<br />
im flussnirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-90241740430161579602013-08-17T10:44:00.000+01:002013-08-17T10:44:07.644+01:00[august]stockrosen, sonnenblumen<br />
obstbäume.<br />
haferfeld, weizen.<br />
nickende köpfe quadratmeterweise.<br />
auf abgeernteten feldern<br />
glänzt das stroh<br />
spinn, spinn, mariechen, spinn<br />
alles stroh zu gold<br />
alles gold zu stroh<br />
keine spur von garben<br />
das einzige gold<br />
die liegengebliebenen halme<br />
und stoppelacker<br />
regenfänger<br />
<br />nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-29170157271902075592013-08-17T10:39:00.000+01:002013-08-17T10:39:07.984+01:00[untitled]bei sonnenaufgang fand ich die zeit<br />
wie der tau an den grashalmen sitzen<br />
kostbarer als der augenblick<br />
nur die sonnenirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-52481999672850229642013-07-19T14:38:00.000+01:002013-07-19T14:38:01.669+01:00augenblickslichterschöpft schlafe ich über den buchstaben<br />
ein die musik geht zuende du stehst<br />
auf und bläst behutsam<br />
die kerze<br />
aus<br />
<br />
deine zärtlichkeit nimmt mir<br />
den atem<br />
<br />
ich sehe dich an deine stetige<br />
flamme das licht im dunkeln<br />
im innern<br />
das herznirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-4403049285891332962013-07-11T15:19:00.000+01:002013-07-11T15:19:10.039+01:00untitled (summer 1)by july, the wind stretched the clouds so thin<br />
that we started to believe in summer & blue skies<br />
what was left of the clouds was torn into fragments<br />
of the finest lace<br />
only drawing our eyes<br />
to the immaculate beauty<br />
beyond our wildest dreams<br />
<br />nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-7271935133235405302013-07-04T11:43:00.001+01:002013-07-04T11:43:42.098+01:00keepsake: precious stone
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forgive me. let it be.</div>
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from hardened tears i cut</div>
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this precious crystal</div>
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which light to break into a rainbow</div>
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i do not know. threading </div>
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black beads. tying years </div>
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around my neck. </div>
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around my wrist the bangle breaks – </div>
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blood. no pain. to keep.</div>
<!--EndFragment-->nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-67489166733305668932013-06-30T12:19:00.001+01:002013-06-30T12:19:30.644+01:00thumridas leben zerbricht<br />
wie ein tonkrug<br />
auf meinem kopf<br />
er trifft mit den scharfkantigen<br />
steinen immer<br />
sein ziel<br />
das wasser rinnt an mir herab<br />
nass kleben die kleider an meinem<br />
leib, ich fröstele<br />
will die scherben<br />
aufsammeln<br />
doch dieser krug<br />
wird sich nicht mehr<br />
zusammenfügen lassen<br />
ich bringe nichts mit heim<br />
wie sollte ich auch<br />
die wasser der yamunanirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-13258546371529621542013-06-13T16:33:00.002+01:002013-06-13T16:33:37.460+01:00juniregennach dem juniregen finden<br />
wir den himmel in pfützen<br />
schlaglochweit im kopfsteinpflaster<br />
hängend an zweigen<br />
laub und blütenständen<br />
<br />
am abend hängen wir unsere tränen<br />
hinzu und nehmen den himmel mit<br />
heim.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-40240130003637785172013-06-02T13:55:00.001+01:002013-06-02T13:55:28.334+01:00the end of the worldand the day passes<br />
the world has come to an end.<br />
we sift through the rubble<br />
to find<br />
what is left of us<br />
an arm, a leg, an eye<br />
tomorrow let us look<br />
for precious stones<br />
<br />nirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-69817059290020479672013-05-27T13:16:00.004+01:002013-05-27T13:18:08.542+01:00i waiti wait<br />
for the late sleepers<br />
to wake<br />
<br />
i wait<br />
and see the world breathe in<br />
the early sunlight<br />
<br />
i sit alone<br />
veiled<br />
in the sacred silence of the day<br />
i hold my breath<br />
<br />
no wind, no bird to sing, to break the stillness<br />
– none, not even i<br />
<br />
to wait<br />
for the late sleepers<br />
to break<br />
<br />
apart the remnants of the night<br />
and breathe for me, to sing<br />
i sit in silence<br />
stillnirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591865951555064567.post-73065290646553725352013-05-26T13:25:00.004+01:002013-05-26T13:25:56.908+01:00forget-me-notbefore i go i should like<br />
to send postcards<br />
polite little notecards<br />
saying "goodbye"<br />
before i go i should like<br />
to send<br />
seeds of forget-me-not<br />
see,<br />
even in despair<br />
i cannot let go of hope<br />
the hope of breaking out<br />
into flower<br />
even if it was<br />
a posthumous bloomnirtakatrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07255777898110411098noreply@blogger.com0