She walked across the rainy autumn street. She was cold and hungry, after all, she had wandered around the whole day to no avail. But there was this one place she could always return to. That’s where the kind old lady lived, who always left something delicious for her, who petted her, stroked her, and whispered soothingly pleasant sounds with her beautiful, calming voice. She was content, even though she hadn’t caught anything. Because there was this place, this little paradise… Continue reading „The Cat“
Kategorie: Stories & Poems
Dance of the Shadows
He looked out of the window, gazed over to the other window: light was on there, and a silhouette was outlined against the light. There she stood, the dream he clung to. His gaze wandered, almost voyeuristically, over her curves – just a shadow behind the drawn fabric blind, only a depiction of her true splendor. He didn’t dare tell her what he thought and felt, after all, she could have been his daughter, so young was she. So it happened that he contented himself with secret glances, clinging to his dreams instead of speaking to her, perhaps even getting closer to her. He was only in his mid-forties, in the prime of his life – but he’d been alone for six years, ever since his wife had left him, and loneliness had left its marks on his soul. Continue reading „Dance of the Shadows“
The Horror in the City
This morning I noticed a small fairground. The rides and stalls were still closed, waiting for the first visitors of the day. I like the hustle and bustle. The scents of popcorn and cotton candy, candied apples and roasted almonds – a unique blend that takes me back to the days when, with bright childlike eyes, I saw not a world of plastic, glass, and wire, but the miracle of living fairytales and fantasies. Continue reading „The Horror in the City“
Tick, Tock, Death …
Tick Tock – Time Slips Away
Tick tock – man turns to child
Tick tock – ashes to dust
And leaves fall from trees, as they must
Tick tock – the course of life
Tick tock – no one halts its strife
Tick tock – welcome to the ride
Sometimes joyful, sometimes a rough tide
Tick tock – so the hours pass
Tick tock – the hands spin fast
Tick tock – the circle of pain
You cannot escape it, that much is plain
Tick tock – hour by hour we’re bound
Tick tock – a circle, always round
Tick tock – the echo in the dark
Don’t you hear the ghosts remark?
Tick tock – the circle grows tight
Tick tock – comes the dark reaper’s night
Tick – he’s sharpened his scythe for you
The tock, he’s taken – quiet and true …
King War!
The king loudly calls for war,
Dreams of riches, power, and more.
Laughing, he sends his men away,
Into the distance, to death’s cold sway.
In foreign lands, man fights with man,
Where friendship otherwise could span.
War laughs as it sweeps the land,
Bringing sorrow, tears, and death’s cold hand.
Struck down, the son lies by the way,
He fell for the fatherland, they say.
At home, the mother’s heart does break,
For the unthinkable grief she must take.
Steel sings, the soul does shatter,
When the rich grow richer, nothing else matters.
And the earth swallows countless tears,
As the silent dead confirm our fears …