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Writing 101: A Poem a Day!


In the evening
when the stars
start sparkling

like diamonds
on the dark blue
velvet sky

and among them
the Full Moon
the mistress
of the mysterious

will keep vigil
like a staring eye,
the time begins
of magic.

In response to Day 1: Magic

Like festive fireworks
the sun has sprayed out
the fiery rays
which at sunset
it collects
like the fisherman
the fishnets he had spread.
Oh look! The golden-light
and the playful waves
are now tranquil,
calm sunshine reflection.

In response to Day 2: Reflections

When night pours down
from above
like the painter’s colour
on the stretched canvas
it sinks
into the bed of the heavens
See the Moon – like a loving woman
before falling asleep
joyfully in dreams

In response to Day 3: Sleep


Heaped satisfaction
in his own grandeur
and innate self-conceit.
Clenched fists
and hunched bow
of the greedy actor
and red roses
all around, everywhere…

tears down the barriers of time
on the stage of the theatre
Oh precious sight, soulful,
and sounds
and seconds
of others.

In response to Day 4: Seconds


Paint a tree
and a bird on its
above the tree a sky,
by the tree a
over the brook a
a bridge of rainbow.


The omnipotent word
of the poet
like an nectar
for the ailing soul.
The ink,
a seal on the paper
arrests in time
the moment written down,
steals it from space,
engraves it in eternity.

Freedom – personal liberty through art.

In response to Day 5: Freedom

Angry waves
happy sea,
small universum
around you,
false belief guided
so that you shall never be
overwrought again.
Keeping silence
like a melody
of fear tamed.
The old sin whines
and begs
for self-forgiveness.

In response to Day 6: Fallacy

You are my April in December,
Brimming with beauty my soul
And my love-filled-heart
Sings with joy

You are my April in December,
Love makes me see spring everywhere,
all around me blossoms agape,
I’ve embraced you with my heart

In response to Day 7: Beloved

She hurried down the alley,
her thick, long, red hair
fluttered like a flag behind her,
wearing black lace eye mask,
her body covered by a crimson dress
that reached to the ground.
Bracelets tinkling on her waving arms
resounded like teasing music.
She hurried breathless, entranced,
in midnight mystery.

In response to Day 9: Camouflage

Spellbound by his closeness
she did not realise
were becoming distant.

Time’s shimmering
hastened the departure
with the yellowed autumn,
she departed
from a dream,
he departed
from an understanding.

In response to Day 10: Farewell


Congratulations and thank you fellow poets and writers.
Thank you Writing 101: Poetry!


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