Wild flowers decorate the green grass
Which was allowed to grow freely uncut.
A winding path leads to the door.
Simple and wodden after simple sand.
The entrance invites me to live,
The hallways allowing me to decide
Wether to leave or to stay.
Open doors are gracing the walls…
To live within the moment right now
I just walk into the living room
To be with family, friends or on my own.
Or I can try to discover myself.
There are so many niches, corners,
Small rooms, spacious rooms,
Forgotten halls, hidden chambers
Anywhere and everywhere in my home!
But that’s me. All those secrets…
Some of them I don’t even know about,
So I sometimes discover my mysteries
Looking for them or even unintended.
I have a study on the second floor.
It’s like a library with everything:
Words, memories, people, feelings,…
Good or bad – they are important to me.
So I keep them, forget and remember them.
Just as I keep all the rooms a secret.
But you can come through the open doors –
Maybe we’ll furnish a still vacant room.
You can try to find out about myself.
And while you try finding me,…
I could try finding you as well.
Maybe we can meet each other in here.
In response to Valida’s „Partitions“
It took a turn early while writing – the idea I had at first was absolutely different but I guess writing sometimes just is that way….
Valida’s poem is very metaphoric and provides a lot of imaginery (much more than mine).
I kind of promised her this poem and hope she isn’t disappointed.