spoken poetry

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‘In this pond we never seem to be alone’

As a frog I tried to ask you something solemnly: “Are you really happy up there goose?” But then I didn’t dare   –   my big mouth shut! Neither did you (by the way) pay any attention to me, but that seemed to be explainable, because in this pond we never seem to be alone. … Lees verder

Wait for the dearest of frogs

I    will be the first    I will be green   I will be one of hence  Of us I will be I will be a nobody        ten a penny    I will be thousands     But nobody will be me Be me! Wait for the dearest to come! Till morning YOU will be the first & see

In a state of amplexus – free frogs, part 6

We   are   not   in love You can shoot us if we were & if you like to We just have things on our mind in a state of amplexus *) for a day or two We   don’t   make love although it hurts in a certain way: tightness of chest fear of overwhelming & who’s who? … Lees verder

Frog’s coming dance (nightlife), part 5

This coming dance   It feels like a silky dress   So no harm done: between us a négligé of drifting water is moving our feet & legs & hips Helps us to get together soggy-bodied drowned in love

I am incognito (Frog’s ‘Hi!’), part 4

Hi! Here I am back in your garden as I told you before. So why the surprise  my love and why this DeLight? In your wide open eyes I observe   the click of a  Nikon The one you are holding right there to catch me again &  again &  again. But   I know how to plunge in your pond … Lees verder

Frog’s outro (Where am I ?!), part 3

You stole my legs and belly Beastly weeded me out Shovelled me as the remains of this day and composed a song out of me rotting You disappeared me completely and drowned in humus I gave up & left nothing behind

My body as a frog – I am so sorry, part 2

I really had to leave my body.     Left it behind  as it gave up this frozen and then swollen soul. Sorry, I am so sorry for that. It just came over me.     Maybe I should have left some spawn as a note „I’ll be back“. Maybe even better „I’ll be back … Lees verder

I still am (Frog’s frozen), part 1

I still am a frog,    did you know? I Swallowed some water & listened to the sound of thickening in wintertime. And as my pinkrose innerspace became a frozen thought I still remembered myself as a frog. Iced needles pierced my skin my mind and your pond, but I still am a frog, like … Lees verder

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