Future

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There was a time, when I took a lot of photos, then edited them, into either this or that.
Now, when I see them, I begin to wonder:
Where did that time go?
How did I come to this?

There was also a time, when I wrote poems
I don’t seem to do that either, any more
Or?

the future is now
when you’re laying you’re puzzle
chunks, bits and pieces
in the choice of your own.

so don’t even think
of gluing them together
in a malicious pattern
you don’t even adore

an old poem of mine

 

The Gallant Knight

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You are coming closer to the city faster than you thought you would. Like the wind has borne you forward and the dry grass has smoothened your feet. Your loyal Mackie tramples behind you, neighing gently as for saying, ‘easy Theyou, take it with ease’!

And you go easy, step by step, closer and closer until you reach, the outpost of the sleeping streets. Here it is cold, the sun is just a delicate circle, and the air is waiting for something to brake.

You do not know what is awaiting. The only thing you know, is that you have to be here. Somewhere in the city. Somewhere in the castle. You have to be near, when the Kings Daughter needs you. You are the gallant knight, who must give her the key.

You do know, this will not be easy. The long-legged man will hunt you, and hunt you down. What you do not know, is that also the Huntsman is the hunted, and there will be battles that will not end until dawn.

Your heart is pounding and your legs are weak, so you let yourself go down on your knees. But then you see, that there she is! It must be her! A brighter shadow on that faraway street.

Then darkness falls upon the earth.

Odd Poetry

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Ninny Rhino – the Mini-WriMo – day 13

Of course I’ve written poetry
from time to time

like all of us
who live with words in our heads
and a pen in the hand

though nowadays
perhaps an iPhone is the tool
or another electronic device
which is handy and
simple to move

but I never bother
about hexameter
and such
and never could write
a sonnet

I’ve more of a prosodic mind
following the rhythm
and occasionally add
a misfitted rhyme