Daily Archives: May 8, 2023

The War Drums Shake

O, the heroes fought for honor and for life,
With swords and shields, they clashed in epic strife,
A struggle for power, an ancient lore,
As armies faced each other, ready for war.

The land was torn, with darkness all around,
Death and destruction, the only sounds,
The sky was blackened, with thunder and rain,
As both sides fought, with both victory and pain.

But amidst the chaos, a hero did arise,
With a sword in hand, and fire in his eyes,
He charged into battle, with resolve so fierce,
And fought for his people, with courage unperished.

The battle raged on, with no end in sight,
As both sides fought with all their might,
But with a final blow, the hero prevailed,
And the darkness fled, as the light prevailed.

The people rejoiced, and the hero was hailed,
As the savior of their land, the one who prevailed,
And though the battle was over, the scars remained,
A reminder of the price of freedom gained.

And so the story lives on, of the battle of undying mortals
of heroes who fought, and the ones who fell before,
It’s a tale of bravery, and the cost of war,
A reminder that freedom comes at a great, great cost.

:: 05.08.2023 ::


Lost In the Desert Sun

I’m suffocating in the heat – this desert sun
is killing me

I’m searching for some kind of shade but all
around me it’s the same

Drowned in the sun, can’t find my way
Lost in the heat, I can’t escape
Burning alive, I’m fading away
Drowned in the sun, day after day

My throat is dry, my lips are cracked
I’m crawling on this endless track
My skin is turning red and sore
I can’t take it anymore

Drowned in my pain, can’t find my way
Lost in the heat, I can’t escape
Burning alive, I’m fading away
Drowned in the heart, day after day

I need some water, I need some shade
I need some shelter from this endless blaze
But all around me there’s just sand
I’m stuck in this burning wasteland

Drowned in the soul, can’t find my way
Lost in the heat, I can’t escape
Burning alive, I’m fading away
Drowned in this life, day after day

I’m drowning in the sun, can’t you see?
This heat is taking everything from me
I need to find a way to survive
Before I’m lost forever in this endless light.

:: 05.07.2023 ::


Marsh Marigold

A melting clock dripping into a pool of clear tears,
stinging like saltwater drops shed by sad children.
A towering sun assaulted by the whiteness of women’s bodies,
as if they were melting into the skies as distorted forms within dreams.

i need no sympathy. The wind blows ~~ upon this cold night.

A mass of silk and lilies, cascading like several rainbows of color
and patterns colliding overlaping like abstract paintings
We all carry on like nothing really matters /no need no sympathy
A lone figure defending a wall, with colors and shapes of surroundings
melting and morphing into fantastical forms that defy logic.

Angels dancing within dizzying swirls of light and shadows, with their wings
transforming into fluid and organic shapes that blend into the surreal landscape.

Sometimes, yes, sometimes I wish I have had no body at all.

A golden current flowing with dark, tired arms that move with cool and calm rhythms,
while colors of surroundings blend into a vibrant green.
Oh moma, i fear the dark spaces and my skin glows with unknown energy!

A somber figure standing beneath a canopy of blue sky, surrounded by curtains
that transform into arches and hills that meld into the abstract landscape.
Oh, the glistening surface holds such surreal bubbles!
A liquid of deep, pale gold blankets the beds made by fate:

The little girls’ green and faded dresses morph into willows,
from which birds without reins flee, into the vast unknown.
Purer than gold, a yellow eyelid blinks with warmth,
marsh marigold – a symbol of your married faith, O Bride! –

At the stroke of noon, from its dull mirror, jealousy rises
As the rose-colored sphere glows with love: gray heat fills the sky.

:: 05.07.2023 ::

Analysis:

The first stanza presents a series of surreal images, including a melting clock, clear tears, and distorted forms. These images suggest a sense of timelessness and fluidity, as well as a feeling of sadness or loss. The second stanza introduces the idea of abstraction and the blending of colors and patterns, which creates a sense of chaos and confusion.

The third stanza presents the idea of angels and their wings, which transform into fluid and organic shapes that blend into the surreal landscape. This image suggests a sense of freedom and transcendence, as well as a feeling of disorientation and uncertainty.

The fourth stanza introduces the idea of fear and unknown energy, which creates a sense of tension and unease. The fifth stanza presents a somber figure standing beneath a canopy of blue sky, surrounded by curtains that transform into arches and hills that meld into the abstract landscape. This image suggests a sense of isolation and introspection, as well as a feeling of wonder and beauty.

The sixth stanza presents the idea of a golden current flowing with dark, tired arms that move with cool and calm rhythms, while colors of surroundings blend into a vibrant green. This image suggests a sense of renewal and growth, as well as a feeling of harmony and balance.

The seventh stanza introduces the idea of fate and its mysterious workings, which creates a sense of uncertainty and awe. The final stanza presents the image of a marsh marigold, which symbolizes married faith and suggests a sense of hope and commitment.

Overall, “Marsh Marigold” is a powerful and thought-provoking poem that uses rich and evocative language to explore a range of complex themes and emotions.