under the
full moon
in the
middle of spring
I found
within myself
alone and
wrapped in
beautiful
thoughts and wrapped
I admit it: in dreams, so unreal, so
ethereal
a reservoir
of feelings
unbeknownst
to me
they opened
my heart
from the
centre of your
neverending
pain you ran
up to the
edge of the meadow
over the
hill
the clouds
overhead
looking
like swans
travelling to neverland
remember: clouds are not the sky
which remains forever unchanged
by their endless formations
untouched by every change
will the sky be always the sky - blue and deep
will your pain be always your pain - deep and dark
swans do
love differently
they never
leave their mates
only death can bring separation
you throw yourself into the water
which is
cold
colder than
you expected
but you are
used to pain of all kinds
(pain of the unexpected)
they are
your home
you are so
naked
and
vulnerable
it is
almost winter
the ice
bites into your skin
under your
yelling breath
you swim
stroke
after arduous stroke
and try to
reach
your
destination
away away away
do not touch me
ready to
drown in all those waves
of
desperation that have become you
over the
years -
so ready to
never love again
© Susanne Becker
This is a very satisfying piece to read and read again, loosening the knots and opening them.
AntwortenLöschenthank you Ravenna! Makes me happy that you say that! I am always insecure about what readers might find in my words-but here as in every other poem, a story is told and as always, I try to open the knots by writing a poem, knots that in reality often remain unopened, which is kind of the nature of reality I suppose - one of my reasons to be grateful for poetry, for writing in general: you can open knots here and bring some of the poetry back into reality
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