The pink strands in her black hair turned into dark violet
and her leather suite changed into a shirt of white linen..
the last chapter had begun
The veil between the world became translucent
being lifted far to early:
Beyond the veil - the long cold road to eternerty
that nobody wants to walk
Right into the void
where nothing can remain
no white light at the end of the tunnel....
no welcome from anybody....
Just a fading whisper about her....
....pink into dark violet - leather to linen...
Echoing - dying -
as if she had never existed
a bit darker poem this time
*this does not apply for animals - animals go to the rainbow bridge !*
The Bumble-Bees so happily
from flower to flower they bumble
A scientist insists:
"this cannot be
it's an areodynamic scandal!"
with a formular: Y somewhat x Phi
he proofes why Bumble-Bees can't fly at all:
their bodies are too heavy to fly
as their wings are much to small
I humbly admit: physic is all greek to me
I enjoy Bumble-Bees and their humming
and the Bumble- Bees seem to agree with me
and continue to fly...
...isn't that stunning?
©Heike Borgard 01/21
last year was not too happy for all of us and the new year also did not start too happy.
So I would like to start with a poem that hopefully brings a little smile to your faces.
Nightfall - time for a walk in the green
silence - the noisy day has gone to sleep
finally I am on my own - no more avoiding by zig zag runs
I take off my protection mask and a deep breath -
summer air and the scent of a freshly mowed meadow,
familiar and normal.....
In the distance a falling stars lights up
and I remember the taste of white clouds
and the sound of laughing butterflies
Everything will be alright
© Heike Borgard 08/2020
Stress, Pain - Mind insane
Guardian Angel spreads her wings
Soul feels Ocean Blue
©Heike Borgard 06/2018
first morning light
sunbeam tickles frozen dew
drying midnight tears
©Heike Borgard 03/2018
every Fryday night on his way home he stopped by the church near the bus station
to say a prayer.
his short escape to find comfort in this fast moving time.
and as he sat there, as usual, hands folded,
wondering again if there will ever be an answer to his silent prayers
this time, to his suprise, there was a rapid response:
***** music started playing and a celestial voice said:
"Dear prayer – thank you for calling but
currently all our heavenly connections are busy –
you are now in a queu - please hold your belief!“
***** music playing.....
"Your prayer is important to us -
We are sorry to keep you waiting but all hosts of heaven are still assisting other prayers-
The next spiritual entity available will connect with you soon.-“
Please stay in devotion!!
***** music playing....
"You have exceeded the waiting limit for this queue. Please unfold your hands and try again later!"
As he stepped outside he had left the church in every possible respect.
He never prayed again.
(© Heike Borgard 2018)
tried another style without rhyme, a bit like a short story
Heike tries Haiku
Seven sillables brainstop
Farwell mental health.
(please do not take this too seriously :-)