Two Poems
A rare creature
under swinging palm leaves
great coconuts
hanging imminent above
waiting for the next
typhoon
her moves are singing
her voice is clear
as small church bells
ringing from distant towers
from east and south
away, away
they say -
like a prayer -
or an invocation
for fertile land
in her hands;
seeds
tiny but some big
as her thumb
to bring to
foreign hands
and soil
or just for the pleasure
of giving
with a smile
and a ”good luck”
in the gaze of her eyes
her names are Two
one for gladness
and one for sadness
one necessary for the
other
in an never ending
dance
may the sadness never stay too long
may the gladness always sing along
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the sun higher now
at last above the house
south of mine
shining in through my open
balcony door
and warms my
pleated forehead
though the temperature outside
is below
zero
what is shining
- the sun?
a word
with nothing behind
if we could look there
the meaning is behind our
foreheads
and in the melody of
the word
my word are my world
a philosopher said
but I can have a look
at Wikipedia
that are begging for money
to pay via pay-pal
- a funny word in
a capitalist time
so I can have a deeper look
at the meaning of the world
through the words of
thousands of writers
the words don’t warm me up
though
but the rays from the sun
do
and the world ”though”
warms me up a little
because of the funny spelling
and because of the smalle
vibration
in my lip when it
touches
the upper teeth
it takes the rays eight minutes to reach
………...........…me;
bones, ears and toes....
and when I move away from them
I feel the cold air
from the northern skies
dwelling
in the rest
dwelling
in the rest
of my room
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