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"Evening Walk"

Forest floor soft to my tread,
bare feet bathing in moss
smelling of warm humus.

Eerie evening light sending
golden rays through the leaves.
A spectacle of dancing beams.

Towering trees majestic to my eye
throwing shadows across the path.
A flicker of ghostlike forms.

Enchanting elves scurrying along,
peeping out from secret places.
Eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Nimble nymphs with wavy hair,
splash joyously through the water.
Carefree in their wild nature.

Scented smells filling my lungs,
soothing sounds reaching my ears.
While peace slowly rests on my soul.



"Awakening"

Blossoms portraying their dress,
a kaleidoscope of colours.
All leaves displaying a virgin green
silky to the touch of sunlight.

Hark the awakening of sounds!
The gentle humming of bumblebees,
birds singing a magnificent chorus,
a multitude of sonnets to the sky.

Creatures bathing in the golden rays,
newborn-ones nuzzling the warmth.
Sweet smells filling the pure air,
erasing the harshness of winter.

Replacing those endless days
of cold darkness and longing
with soft touches and mild melodies.
Heralding pleasure to all senses.



"Guardian Angels"

Graceful movements sweeping the sky,
wide wings swishing softly in unison.
Pure whiteness glistening like a swan's.

Gentle hands preventing all peril
for creatures left unattended, unseen.
Danger dispatched with one single caress.

Beautiful faces with kind vivid eyes,
seeking endlessly to abide assistance.
Their sole reward in a single prayer.

Bearing great strength and haste,
oblivious of day, night, fatigue.
Sweet spirits blowing like a soft breeze.

Ghostlike they appear ever so sudden
to cast away death's doomed hand.
Their warm breath kissing your brow.



"Blood smeared sky"

Flaming, Fiery, Ferocious
tinted with a painter's brush
from the crimson liquid
Real, Raving, Red.

A world blotched with hate
Despair, Dread, Death.
Tumbling into infinity to seek
Hope, Humanity, Heaven.

A flicker of pale blue
amidst the burning sky.
Blood dripping slowly
Cascading, Cradling, Ceasing.



"Ponder"

Pondering upon life
I stumble across death
and the meaning of existence.

What pursuits lead our minds
to a labyrinth of philosophies
and unanswered questions.

Pondering upon death
I enthuse over the sense of life
and its brief visit.

What provokes us to hesitate
when the hourglass turns to
lead us into the light of perfection.

Pondering upon afterlife
I personify fear
of the unexpected, the unknown.

What lies beyond the day of judgment,
overshadowing our thoughts and deeds
feeding on our very conscience.

Pondering upon time
I bless every day
like a precious gift of love.

The End is reaching us in great strides
hastening us to taste every moment
spent in idle complacency.

Pondering upon today
I embrace the world
with outstretched longing arms.



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Biographical sketch: Vita:
Name: Rynya Pockrandt
Born: 16.04.1971 in Berlin-West
1980 - 1993: lived in Ireland. A-levels and University Master Degree in Economics at Trinity University in
Dublin.
Since 1993: living in Munich, working in the IT-sector.

Rynya recommends:

The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats by W.B. Yeats
Reason: I just love W.B. Yeats and this volume includes all of Yeats' published poetry, from the
beautiful early lyrics by which he is still best remembered, to the later work.

Recommendations for writers:

Syntax and just write straight from the heart!

 


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