FreitagsGedicht / Kurze Gedichte 04.11.2016

IrrLichter

    Autos

Auf

AutoBahnen

Sind

Nachts

Wie

Rote und

Weiße Irr-

Lichter

Die

Nicht

Wissen

    Wohin sie

GeHören

Rufen

    wenn

Das letzte

Wort

GeSagt ist

Dann

Rufe

Nicht

Noch

    Etwas

HinterHer

MondLicht

    in den

VollMond-

Nächten

Läßt

Der

Mond

Milch

Auf die

Erde

Tropfen

    VerKleidet

Als Licht

Kommen und Gehen

    wenn mehr

Kommen

Als

Gehen

Werden

Langsam

Wieder

Plätze

Frei

    Auf den

FriedHöfen

Vernissage

    der leere

AusDruck

Im

Gesicht

Scheint

Tiefe

AnzuDeuten

Ist aber

Besser

     Mit Hohlheit

UmSchrieben

An unusual Funeral

You might have noticed that I fancy a morbid interest in burial rites and cemeteries. Yesterday I visited my parents and my mother told a story of one of her dearest friends.

The sister in law of my mother’s friend had passed away, not unexpectedly. But she had arranged for her funeral. She didn’t belong to any congregation anymore. So there had been a funeral orator, which isn’t the unusual thing I want to talk about. She asked all of her friends and relatives to appear at the graveyard in the clothes they would wear at her birthday party, which all did to honor the deceased. And when the coffin was lowered into the grave, they all blew soap bubbles as required by her. 

You might call it a strange funeral, but I just call it different. The participants will surely recall the day better and remember the deceased easier than had it been a usual funeral.

Haiku into early Autumn

Cold morning

Wind is gathering some leaves

Where are the birds?

White cranes are leaving

Soon the sky looks lonelier

Other white to come

Pines are talking still

The moon's arriving quite late

Piece of eternity

Indian summer

Coloured leaves and gentle sun

Some wear boots, though

Into the headlights

Poplars are shedding

Golden sparks

White cranes are leaving

Soon the sky looks lonelier

Other white to come

Why should it rain

Multicoloured leaves

Cricket keeps asking

In the mountains

Already fog and snow

Few withered grass stalks