EVE Fiction

The darkness

The summer is not done
but the darkness takes over.
When you put the lamp out
the darkness is surprisingly dark
as though it had always been there
outside, inside.


Strange light

Do I recall how I was born?
Do I recall how I died?
There was a strange light from the window.
I remember that I opened my eyes
and closed them again.


Thirteen poems

Over there
in foreign lands
nothing but vanity
there isn’t anything
said
the widely travelled one
looking into the distance

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Friend with the trees
friend with oneself

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It peers
from the forest
from the chink in the door
the autumn crocus

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The vital thread tensed
the tone sweet
breaks, suddenly

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Drew out
the aching wisdom
lived happy

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Ill-matched pieces
of body
gathered
to soul

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Each dawn
a warning
until he believed
plunged downhill

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What I fled
came back
had to seek
other ways
unfamiliar laid by stones
out towards new land

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With quiet mind
silent around eye and lips
my day of shadows
my lost faithful life

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Her gaze
the chill at her wrist

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You who cure sorrow
cure joy
give windless bay
empty shores

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Join dreams together
to a single reality
a longing

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Where did you leave me
where did you hide me
even before you went away from me
in the days of early spring?
I left you
because you did not exist
neither in the spring’s, nor in the autumn’s
changing days
only when the day
was at its fairest

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