I don’t paint to reveal – I paint because otherwise, my soul would be homeless.

Freedom rolls – sometimes with pink hair.
Lightness doesn’t follow directions – only wind and wonder.

I don’t find balance – I move with the city, as if it breathes through me.
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I rest not in the water – but in the space between.

I don’t spray walls – I open spaces where even shadows are free to dance.

I don’t read tales – I remember how flowers dream.

Sometimes ecstasy isn’t running – it’s surrendering fully to the now.
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just so abrupt and odd
the way she went
hungrily asking
in the heart's thick accent

in such serious sleepless
trespass she came
a woman with a man's voice
but no name

as if to say: it's midnight
and my life
is laid beneath my children
like gold leaf

#LyrikSamstag #foxpoetry

Fox I heard a cough as if a thief was there outside my sleep a sharp intake of air a fox in her fox-fur stepping across the grass in her black gloves barked at my house just so abrupt and odd the way sh...

Alice Oswald: Fox

I heard a cough
as if a thief was there
outside my sleep
a sharp intake of air

a fox in her fox-fur
stepping across
the grass in her black gloves
barked at my house
...

#LyrikSamstag #foxpoetry

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