The rearrangement of the senses.
In the transcendentalism of emerging thoughts.

Haying in the afternoons fading heat
i tend to wander away, around                         Waldens pond

the coolness of spent shadows
make words linger in my mind.

sweaty drops lumbering down my spine       and lower
ha…..searing mind, decendes through worked muscles
–   to yawning fingertips and toes.

pink and orange colored skies, in variations –
after the horizon with cricket songs
my spirits strive

copyright (c) 2014 by franzad
written for dVerse


fleeting moment

Bumping in and out of moonlights,

i can feel Orions belt puncturing my skin.

beneath the crickets song –

i hear your soft laughter –

runnig till the world is ending,

skinny-dipping into wet proportions –

patterned black and blue –

the deep is raising goosebumps up my spine.


I am among dripping riots,

forward, forward till the yearning stills.

– the red and lilac next to my ear

– and grassy footprints on my bare feet,

breathless in the morning – light


copyright (c) 2014 by franzad

written for OLN by dVerse


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

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…

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

FormForAll – Kyrielle prompt by Gay Cannon

written for dVerse.