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…

Behemoth

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!

franza

Cinquain Variation No.1

Reblogged from 20 Lines A Day:

Frozen

On my blue lips

Slightly attempted pain

Hasty wording in agony

Rashly

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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

written for dVerse an eclectic mix of amazing writers..

LIEBSTER AWARD

The wonderful L. Pate nominat ed me for a Libster Award. I dont know what to say, so i say just this. She is an amazing person, an inspiration and a imensly talented writer and i am glad to know her.

You got the Award, now what?:

- I list 11 random facts about myself.
- I will answer the 11 questions asked of me by the person who nominated me.
- I will then nominate my 11 picks for the award along with my 11 questions for them to answer when they post a response.
- If you’re nominated, your name/link will appear at the bottom of this post along with your questions. Follow the same format; paste the award badge to your blog, give us 11 random facts about yourself, answer my 11 questions, and choose your nominees…but you cannot nominate the blog who nominated you.

 

11 Random Facts About Me:

1. every time i reread „The Great Gatsby“ i smell roses and feel a warm summer breez on my skin
2. i wanted to become either a pirate or vampire when i was a little child
3. whenever i am sad, i start baking
4. sometimes i suddenly start reciting Dylan Thomas
5. i like funerals
6. i always touch trees, buildings etc. whenever i am in a foreign country to mesmorize the feeling of places
7. a class of deaf children in India taught me sign language
8. i can hold my breath for 4.36 minutes under water
9. chaos is the word which describes me most accuratly
10. i am a Spice Girls fan
11. i like wine. Like Lindsey. A lot.

What is your favorite thing to rant about?

Traffic, close mindedness

What is your favorite aspect of writing?

Everything is possible.

What makes you feel the best that you have ever felt?

Writing, traveling, praying, LOVE

How structured are you with your writing?

Not as structured as i would like to be

What has been the best book you have read in the last year?

among others: „The Grass Harp“ by T. Capote

What is your favorite genre of books to write? To read?

Drama to write, i dont have a favorite genre to read, as long as the story feels honest and real

What or who inspires you to write?

Everything and nothing. I feel this urge inside me to put words on paper. There is no reason or origin behind it.

How do you picture your writing career developing?

I never thought about that question. I guess, i just go with the flow, see where life and my writng leads me. Although i want to publish something….

Who is your favorite classic author?  Why?

Hmmm, tricky question. I dont have one favorite. There are so many i hold most dear. But i admire Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf and the Bronte sisters for their courage to adress difficult topics, and voicing thoughts, opinions uniquly for their time.

Do you enjoy writing true to life events or creating your own world?

For me, one can not life without the other. Everything created is inspired, contains a true emotion. I enjoy trying to find layers of what defines us as human beings in my writing.

What is your favorite short story you have ever written?

A short story i wrote at the age of six. About my younger sister. Still makes me smile whenever i read it.

 

Here are my nominations. Click on their links below and  it will take you to their websites.

Sarah 

Aliaa 

Luis

Ksenia

Leigh 

Amir 

Vicki

Elise 

Mikaela

Danielle

christopher 

11 questions for you, my lovely inspirations:

1. What was the firts book you fell in love with?
2. Who do you admire the most?
3. What is you favorite genre of writing and why?
4. Why do you write?
5. What is you favorite first sentence?
6. Horror or romance?
7. Are you the person you want to be?
8. Which experience first made you aware of the shortness of life?
9. What is the emotion you fear the most and why?
10. What kind of traveler are you?
11. What do you desire most?

Hello to new blog…

Dear fellow wp-ers,

i started a new writing blog. If you like, pay a visit to short:write and read, comment

walk around the skinny bones and follow me on my journey adding flesh to it.

wish you all a wonderful week. be inspired!

franza

A Collision

clean linen obliviously humming back and forth the curtain rail

i sit on top of  backgammon towers -

commanding archers to enter blissful mindly castles

a door to a room i open in silent manner -

listening to raising whispers over blinded shores

connecting the sea with ghost wearing halos, in tatters dragging the tides

waves splashing around wooden table-legs, fawning up my tibia

harsh winds slowly raging, urging to set free, i bend to catch the flying petals

stomping sound of cracking timbers under pressured liquid

metal and fire to burn the heavy hatchets -

covered in raincoates i ran to save the soaking cloths

my toes are skinny-dipping, coated by the salty drops of froth,

i stretch out to save the gilder, fighting for the sparks idea

the rolled up pant-legs over rainboots shaking to the cold airs brim

suddenly my room is flooded, crouching shadows and raging waters

-  left to pen down the last silver thread of human notion

my back is resting on a chair, sea breez in nostrils

 

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

 

written for the OpenLinkNight over at dVerse Pub,

an amazing collaboration of writers providing space to thrive and share.

My Memory in Graves

Flee, my child of painful mime

Tender assignments in sounds –

Of my voice withdrawn from time

Marching to the silent grounds

-

skulls bursting On cobblestone

the dead are raining upon me -

mourning dressed in black lace

stillness of earthly cadence

-

dried eyballs in my boney hand

i wipe your skin with soap

scythe cuts out the rotten sap

„To The Ground“ conducts the band

-

with agonized act in parture

stried to disused grounds in virture

-

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

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FormForAll – Kyrielle prompt by Gay Cannon

written for dVerse.

Dear WordPress Allies

Pardon my spelling, but i just wanted to say what a feast it is for me

sharing all this creativity with you.

Reading your words, be inspired by them.

Left in tears, filled with laughter, touched by your souls wrinkled corners.

I so enjoy your company, walking for a while with you on this path called life.

I wish you all a peaceful Christmas time, filled with gratitude, love and joy.

franza