#FRAPALYMO POEM FOR NOVEMBER 19TH, 2018 ~ BI-LINGUAL

Find today’s poetry prompt here

It’s howling

It’s howling!

 

It’s howling!

The wolf inside.

 

It’s howling!

This wolf inside

to my lost souls.

 

It’s howling!

My wolf inside

for freedom

and solitude

 

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Ihr koennt den heutigen Impuls hier finden.

Er Heult

Er heult!

 

Er heult!

Der Wolf in mir.

 

Er heult!

Dieser Wolf in mir

zu meinen verlorenen Seelen.

 

Er heult!

Mein Wolf in mir

fuer Freiheit

und Einsamkeit.

 

 

Poem of the Day: Losing my souls/Gedicht des Tages: Ich verliere meine Seelen

I am not sure if I have published this one on this blog before. But it is worth repeating. Another poem of my “Lost Souls” series.

losing myΒ souls

time
and time
again

I am
losing
my souls

one for the pain
one for the joy
one for the duty
one for the treachery

one stays behind

lost and cracked

Description for visually impaired readers: To left illustration of three trees with different coloured(light green, orange, dark green) canopies. To middle black writing saying Poetry

Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich dieses Gedicht hier schon mal veroeffentlicht habe. Aber das Gedicht von meiner “Lost Souls” Serie verdient es, nochmals gelesen zu werden.

Ich verliere meine Seelen

Wieder
und wieder

verliere ich
meine Seelen

eine fuer den Schmerz
eine fuer die Freude
eine fuer die Pflicht
eine fuer den Verrat

eine bleibt zurueck

verloren und zerbrochen

Poem of the Day: A Century of Sleep

I still feel this exhaustion that I tried to express in this poem. There is an age-old exhaustion in survivors. You cannot imagine what it takes out of you to be on high alert continuously because danger is your normal. You cannot imagine what it takes out of you when nightmares haunt you night by night. And even though I do not have nightmares very often I still remember the time when they were a constant companion. This year has given me much needed sleep. And maybe the ancients are right who say that sleep helps healing. This is another poem in my “Lost Souls” Series.

A Century of Sleep

A century of sleep
keeping away
my nightmares.

A century of sleep
relaxing my
tortured muscles.

A century of sleep
soothing my
wounded heart.

A century of sleep
healing

~

healing my nightmare,
healing my muscles,
healing my heart,
healing my souls!

A century of sleep
my lost souls
long for it.

A century of sleep
where
can they find it?

 

Poem of the Day: Gathering

(another one of my “Lost Souls” poems)

Gathering

My lost souls
gather:

There is the angry one shouting.
There is the gentle one weeping.
There is the little one scared.

There is the creative one making sense.
There is the mad one losing control.
There is the sensible on coordinating…

BUT

what are their names?

 

Poem of the Day: Shields

(This poem was written for my “Lost Souls” poetry series)

Shields

Night falls
over my lost souls.

They stand strong
against
the Dark Knights.

One by One
they hold up
their shields:

The angry one holds up
desire;
The gentle one holds up
love;
The little one holds up
grief;
The creative one holds up
hope;
The mad one holds up
rage;
The sensible one holds up
knowledge!

My lost souls
and
their shields
shine:

Shine on
Dark Knights;

Shine on
a new life;

Shine on
and on
and on

and
Dark Knights
Power
is
broken!

 

Poem of the Day: My Souls Universe

(another poem of my “Lost Souls” series)

My Souls Universe

My souls
transmit sadness
over the universe

~

a shaking
stumbling
drowning
universe

~

in a sea
of pitiless
agony.

However

every morning
an awesome sun
rises over us

~

wiping away
all sadness.

Poem of the day: Dark Knights

(This is the first one where I use the expression “Lost Souls“)

Dark Knights

dark knights
came to me

their fiery
swords
slew my
first soul

they came
again
and
again

night
by
night

I lost
soul
after
soul

their
desolate
shadows
linger
in the
back
of my
dreams

where
dark knights
come
to me….

Poem of the Day: Metamorphosis

(The first poem in my “Lost Souls” series even though I I did not use the expression yet)

Metamorphosis

again and again
my refugee self
seeks shelter
in golden chrysalis

it hibernates
rests
dreams
transforms

blooms into
my authentic self
forever inclining
to my refugee soul