Waiting for…

Rugs under tables. I am sitting at the dawn of twilight.

Waiting for you. To appear out of rosebushes.

All of a sudden. I want to be surprised by your apperance.

For all the many thoughts i spent.

For all the many smiles i gave.

For all the many heartbeats i rushed into.

Toes scratching on woolen tapestry.

My fingernails are tearing the table away.

I can smell the roses whispering your scent.

Over the doorstep i hear you comming.

I promise to wihthold my dissapointment.

For hearing you in anticipation.


copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

I drowned a year ago

I drowned a year ago

On an average Wednesday afternoon

I felt it comming – the water arising

The pressure on my skin as ist almost bursting


I am dripping…slowly out of myself

Am flooded, doors wide open

I can taste the salt on my lips

Drops are wandering down my trachea

Oh so tempting is the thought of resisting the waters


Bursting against my walls and rooftop

Lamps, cutlery and curtains are moving gracefully in gravity

Time has stopped for a moment or two

Still – i drink water and loosing air simultaneously


copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

Silence of words

There was a great silence in my head

It filed out all the creative spaces

Abandoned i felt – from words i hold most dear

Not able to  form even the smallest poetic sentence -

They drowned in daily chit chat


Wied awake i watched the willow in front of my window

Suddenly it felt like its leaves were touching me

Its tangled arms poked my heart

And i aroes to ethers spheres


copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

A nightly encounter

Pawnshop bewilderness for a couple of coins

Makes me feel like a freedom rider – 2 down

Slightly amazed by signs and Straßen – Laternen

I wander around West – Berlin

In the paved jungle i am puzzled by artshops and kebab – Buden

Flabbergasted anagrams voiced by a lonley Gitarren – Spiel

Fireflys are guiding me.  Pinned on the dark roof of heaven

like Stecknadel – Köpfe on 3 across

The conundrum of sleeping painters and aching poets

- is floating on a mellow breez

Around the corner are dancing Nachtschwärmer 7 straight down

And i find me sitting on riverbanks enhaling the city


written for the awesome crew of dVerse

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

A thought on dying

Spring has arrived in my chamber of madness

Birds are falling from the sky -

The cures which i am bound to wear is inked on my skin

The weary dries slowly on small minded features

The cry i am whispering is for the leaves of green

- to grow on my fingers and toes

I ripp out the roots, want to fly like the ravens blood

In blooming meadows i hide my shadow


copyright 2013 by franziska dirnberger

languages and meaning

Sternenklarer Mondgesang streift über gefrorene Ähren,

unterbrochen nur

von dem plätschernden Rinnsal des einst so mächtigen Flusses

kauernd wachen Eulen auf Ästen im Winterschlaf


The moons starlit song brushes over frozen ears

Only interrupted by

The purl of a once so mighty stream

Owls watching cowered on hibernating branches


copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

Over at dVerse tonights Bartender Frank had us write a poem

in another language, come over for a drink, enjoy the different varieties

of poetic endavours and maybe share one of yours…


Hanging in my childish dreams like spiderweds between eyelashes

- A world of scary colord figures

Density embraces me as i enter the endless wild flora of imagination


Drops of heavy heaven floods singularly sliding from branch to branch

A wild roar echoing in ancient barks – telling stories of a lost creature

Overgrown with ivy orchards, it hides beneath the moisty petals

Longing for the beams of sunlight – to touch it

Where the firy heart burns in memory of eons

Pulsing needs rushing through brushwood -

Chasing the smell of another lifes beating

Followed by paw steps hidden in earthly floor work


I have meant to find it, stroke its clawed back

But blood made tiny knots in my fingers endavour


copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

Writing Prompt

The wonderful Susan Daniels came up with this writing prompt:

“Behemoth. Any way you want to work it, singular or plural, let´s

write about the beasts-animals we love, the pulse of nature.

Any way you want to…”


So, fellow poets, writers if you want to join us, feel free to engage, share,

Write. Post your Poem on your blog and then link back to Susan L. Daniels


All the best creative kickers!


Chicken Routine

I saw him sitting at our kitchen table,

leaning over goosebump – ed chicken

rice pearls neatly arranged to decorate

the plates rim


chatty apple juice in tall glass figures

beside cutlery, 7 milimeters apart, excatly messured


i want to padd his reddish wollen sweater

comfort each knitted row


listening to the metallic sound of cutting meat

i watch the chicken get lifted up piece by piece

interrupted by 20 chews


24/7 at noon the chicken gets sliced

sometimes delayed by histerical erruptions

over burned rice


copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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