blue fifteen E-Book

Jenny Seibicke

• Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 40

Beschreibung

blue fifteen is a collection of poetry that spans 15 years and features early poems as well as more recent work by the author. The collection also includes the dramatic poem Where the Sleeping Meet the Dead, first put on stage as a rehearsed reading at Theatro Technis, London, in 2011. The poetry in blue fifteen is melancholy, sometimes even dark. This heaviness is contrasted by a constant sense of hope as well as the firm belief in the beauty of life and the healing power of nature.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Inside the shell

Rainbow

Invincible

Loser

Under a different moon

Xibalba

As simple as that

You at the piano

Forget-me-nots

Scent of happiness

Infidelity

Abortive exorcism

Kuollut

Goodbye London!

Undefeated

Declaration of independence

Darkness

Nightmare

Be gone

Roots of worship

Modern times

Deranged

What I made you

Lie

Colours

Despair

More than human

Lost

Decade-dance

Autumn's curse

Alive

Well past

The sea

Yesteryear

The bottom

Sudenkorento

Oceansoul

Feather

On which the sun doesn't rise

Where the sleeping meet the dead

INSIDE THE SHELL

Inside my shell, inside my shell

I can breathe and live as well

Stars do wander over skies

I don't need to close my eyes

Nowhere else so safe and warm

Inside no harm, inside no harm

May the waves still rush ashore

I don't feel them anymore

Shimmering treasure is all mine

Sleeping beauty breaks my spine

Doesn't matter, doesn't matter

Secretly I like to shatter

The silence is so peaceful here

No one listens to a tear

Trembling in a violet shell

No one to tell, no one to tell

RAINBOW

The pages turn, the sunspots burn

In silence rainbows settle

Nights are cold and grief takes hold

Since it's a forced battle

My tongue tastes bitter, flowers they wither

Back then I froze in gaze

Once in a while, sometimes a smile

In likeness' sullen daze

INVINCIBLE

Why build a circle of defence around

The thing inside is not to be bound

Eventually changing the rules of a fight

Will never give back the previous might

Build a wall with the heaviest stones

It'll crumble and fall and break your bones

Run into the woods, hide in a tree

Flames will lick and ashes will be

LOSER

Dazed, dreamless and not aware

Hands reaching out into the air

Trembling, restless, pale like the moon

Who is going to sleep far too soon

In the cold light of morn

New senses are born

Crows are crying, birds don't sing

Unbreakable chains are what they bring

Woken up, confused yet aware

I know I can't feel what isn't there

Helpless, struggling, it'll stay the same

I'm the loser of my one-man-game

UNDER A DIFFERENT MOON

While rain is falling endlessly

Running days come close to be

One in a shade, one in the mist

I am hunted by waterblue fist

Why don't I move, I am the prey

Back and forth my feet do sway

Not prepared to leave my shell

Yet there's nothing more to tell

Hours pass disappointingly

Lips do part with whispered she -

Farewell now, goodbye is soon

Maybe under a different moon

XIBALBA

On your roots, Xibalba,

my weary hands find rest

and the blushing edges

of my consciousness are fed

the overpowering

pulse of earth

they bleed no more

and no more are

narrow senses mine

but a blur of

autumn breathing whistles

my spine has freed

its wavelike sculpture,

Xibalba, for it flows,

a mighty vein of yours,

stemlike into

golden leaves and

up the air beyond

against your

woodsmell bark

I press my cheek

and, Xibalba,

for too short a minute

the mind within escapes

the sticky webs of

ever darkening reality

silent friend

your tale is more

than words

Xibalba

out of reach

your source

of eternity

AS SIMPLE AS THAT

It's the absence of

the reassuring blinking

of that little digital

letter on my mobile

phone after a day

of distress

sometimes it's as

simple as that

when the emptiness

of an electronic mailbox

brings tears to my

sleep-deprived eyes

and the page

remains blank

it can seem

so trivial

but also real life's

well-kept tragedies:

a heavy-headed

semi-creative

drowsiness caused

by too much

cheap red wine

many solitary

nights and

fags I can't

give up - it most

readily creates

the illusion of

leading a life

in troubled

modesty as long

as not pondered

upon

the stories untold

the places unlived in

shimmering in irreal

translucency and the

promise of a chance

the yearning of

outrageous loneliness

for completion, the

love still to be found

maybe to be found

in days to come

most likely not

even beyond that

point, we knew

that the odds were

against us

we took it to the next level

we always did

I still remember

our shared fascination

for the unnoticed:

the haunting beauty

of a greyish tree trunk

or the soft skin on the

bare neck of a woman

one row ahead

and the hopelessness

behind it all,

after all

I was never alone

YOU AT THE PIANO

Something about

you at the piano -

your long nails