She smiles.
She laughs.
She dances.

He watches.
He longs.
He desires.

dark clouds and thunder
heavy rain and ice cold wind
hope for something new

I am alone
in the big, pulsating city.
Walking through the crowded streets
I watch the faces
of the people rushing past:
so many stories,
so many questions
and no answers.

bees and butterflies
sunflowers and lavender
happy memories

red light
green light
blue light

yellow light
orange light
white light

my favorite light:
moonlight

green, clean, ice-cold water
running over
white, round pebbles

always the same
and always changing
just like my life

My mother sold the house
and with it all the suffering
of days gone by.

Soon nobody will remember
those who
once lived there.

Should I be sad?
Should I be happy?

swallows flying low
red sky and mighty mountains
calmness now brings love

mountains and sky
merged together
in one shade of grey
water of the lake
a vivid turquoise
a minimalist landscape
painted by nature

I cannot sleep
I am counting sheep
1, 2, 3
you are with me
6, 7, 8
I am not afraid
729
you are still mine
I am counting sheep
I cannot sleep

your words
hurt me more
than the blow
of your fist
I try to protect
myself
but I do not know
how

I hate you!
I love you!

I hate you!
I love you!

I hate you!
I love you!

I hate you!
I love you!

When will their game end?

I look at you.
You look at me.
I see your smile.
You my response

I do not speak.
Neither do you.
Yet we both know
Silence means trust.

SHE
looking into the distance
dreaming of happiness
and love

HE
looking at her
not understanding
her silence

ME
sensing
the end

Darkness mixed with lights
Busy harbour full of life
Should I follow you

I had not thought
that I could ever
feel happy again
when looking
into the eyes
of a man

But meeting you
has proved me wrong
and now I dance
and sing my song

I am alone
in a foreign country.
Where are
my friends?
Where are
my pleasures?
Where is
my happiness?
Why am I here?

gentle breeze and rain
earthen smells and steaming pond
when will summer end

I have no home
I say
quietly beginning to weep

That is not true
You say
impatiently shaking your head

I lost my father
I say
weeping with sorrow

We all loose our fathers
You say
not feeling my pain

You made me smile
And lifted my soul to heights
Previously unknown to me
You made me think the thought
I had not dared thinking before
Until I realised
That you only love men

grey sky and red sun
yellow meadows brightly shine
black cats gently stretch

I have always loved my sister.
I love my sister.
I will always love my sister.

I have always worried about my sister.
I worry about my sister.
I will always worry about my sister.

I have always laughed with my sister.
I no longer laugh with my sister.
Will I ever laugh with my sister again?

why are your poems so short
he asks

my answer
a smile

happiness and you
yellow flowers and red sun
summer has arrived

I would like to take you
on my golden sunbeam
to the land where everybody
cares for each other
and where people will love you

They feel sorry for me
Because in their eyes
I am a woman
Who has been thrown away
By her husband

What they do not see however
Is that I have picked myself up
And I am now free
To welcome the man
Who deserves me

The rain is keeping me awake
In the middle of the night
I am all on my own
In a foreign town

Then the church bell rings
Twelve times
Welcoming the magical hour
When everything is possible

I sense that I am not alone anymore
You are here now
Holding me in your arms
I feel the warmth of your body
And fall asleep assured

I like dancing, singing and laughing.
Moving my body makes me happy.
This is life, this is pleasure.

You just sit in your chair
and quietly watch me.
I can see that you hate
my life and my pleasures.

When I look into the mirror
with my eyes closed
I can see you
standing next to me
strong and purposeful.

I lean my head
against your shoulder
and feel safe and secure.

But when I look into the mirror
with my eyes open
I am all on my own.

I was in love with two men
and decided to choose you

now I know better

I should not have chosen
either of you

Love seems to come in cycles for me
Two years ago it was him
And now it is you

But you are different and much kinder
And yet when I look into your eyes
I know you are also the same
And I anticipate you leaving me

We both had desires
and expectations
but the past caught up with us
when we finally met
and it all ended in tears

You did not believe me
When I said
cyberspace is a dangerous place
You asked
how does it differ from writing a letter
I did not know the answer
and followed you
Now we are both bruised - me badly

I sit next to you
but you only see her.

I am talking to you
but you only hear her voice.

I wonder
should I stay or should I go?

You tell me that the perfume
you bought for her
she only wore for other men
but you do not realise that the perfume
I bought for myself
I am only wearing for you.

The place in your heart
is still occupied

Smile
she said to me
before
she ran away

How
I ask myself
before
I follow her

walking towards you
sunshine warmth and tenderness
there is hope for me

How shall I concentrate when all these images
move past my eyes like on a never-ending conveyor belt:
   Lips so red and eyes so tempting
   ******* so full and so inviting
   Luring you away from me
   Smiles that promise much
   But mean so little
   And a voice as sweet as Lorelei
   Come into my arms delicious boy
   And I see you fall
   I see you fall
   Passionately fall for it…
   Lips so red and eyes so tempting
   ******* so full and so inviting
   Luring you away from me
   Smiles that promise much
   But mean so little
   And a voice as sweet as Lorelei
   Come into my arms delicious boy
   And I see you fall
   I see you fall
   Passionately fall for it…
   Lips so red and eyes so tempting
   ******* so full and so inviting
WHY IS THERE NO SWITCH ON THIS CONVEYOR BELT?

Tim left Anne for a younger woman
Pete left Chris for a younger man
Eve left Louise for a younger woman
Sue left Joe for a younger man
You left me for a younger woman

Why?

Tiredness and loss
Darkness, wind and heavy rain
Hope is just a dream

house of memories
I shall not visit again
yellow sun brings hope

Before I came
I was sad
as I knew
I would never be able
to come again.

Now that I have come
I feel no sadness
as I have realised
that there is nothing here
I still want to have.

I am sitting
in the living room
of our family home.

I listen to the stories of
happiness and sadness,
success and failure,
love and hate,
hope and despair
and the never ending support
and suffering of the women
who lived in the house.

I am grateful
that my mother
is selling the house.