Warm
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Words, tagged flowers, haiku, poppies, warm on May 11, 2008 | 10 Comments »
Warm, sunny and light
like poppies
amidst slight blades of green
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written for One Single Impression and warm.
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Poses at Hopi Point
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Words, World, tagged 3WW, chance encounter, Grand Canyon, Hopi Point on April 24, 2008 | 5 Comments »
“Stop!”
I turned around.
There was a girl in her late teens, a redhead with freckles, somewhat chubby, in blue shorts and a bright red t-shirt, who was looking at me.
“Were you talking to me?”
“I was. There’s nobody else around, is there?”
It was true – it was early evening, the sun was about to set, and the [...]
Cherry in the yard
Posted in Imagination, Life, Nature, Poetry, Words, tagged blossom, cherry, flowers, spring on April 20, 2008 | No Comments »
It’s a bright morning. The cool of spring is in the air, the cherry in the yard is in high crystal bloom (the white blossoms look like an explosion of flower crystals around the bare branches
– Niebla
Bleak morning
Posted in Despair, Life, Love, Nature, Scardanelli, World on June 28, 2007 | No Comments »
It is a Thursday morning in late June.
The weather is cold and bleak, more like autumn and decay than the summit of summer.
It is one of those days where it hardly seems worth it to climb out of bed.
Heaviness.
No outlook.
Work to perpetuate the status quo.
Signs of decay on the health front.
My relationships to others and [...]
What would Scardanelli do on a day like this
Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli on April 5, 2007 | No Comments »
He’d appreciate the sun for the sun
And the cold for the cold,
Putting on a cardigan without fuss
He’d get into his jalopy
(As windy as a flying carpet)
And surf the streets
Around Tübingen,
Creeping up on the Jura
In first gear,
Getting out on a chalk plateau
And walk, walk, walk,
One with the ghosts
From time immemorial
When the plain
Was the bottom of a [...]
An escapade
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli on March 27, 2007 | No Comments »
(An imagination)
The weather was beautiful. On an impulse from the sun shining in through the window overlooking the river, Scardanelli decided to escape from his tower, as he had in the past, always followed by a little scolding, but not much.
Hastily down the stairs while nobody’s about, out and left, along the river, up to [...]
Constant fog
Posted in Atlantis, Blabla, History, Imagination, Life, Mystery, Nature, tagged anthroposophy, Atlantean, Atlantis, fog, knowledge, mist, Rudolf Steiner, science, theosophy on March 22, 2007 | No Comments »
We are very much in constant fog.
Sometimes this veil is lifted for a glimpse of sun.
In such glimpses we get an inkling of our destination.
Other than that we grope through fog.
– Niebla
Afterthought
If we can trust in the visions of people like Rudolf Steiner, our Atlantean forefathers lived in physical mist. As we became heavier in [...]
El pájaro | this bird
Posted in Literature, Mysticism, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words on March 20, 2007 | No Comments »
El
pá-
jaro
que no se
cansa hasta que
encienda esta noche
This
bird,
tireless
and tiresome,
whose song will not cease
until the night is set alight
– Scardanelli (copyright 2007)
Both Spanish and English follow fibonacci rules:
1/1/2/3/5/8 syllables.
You say you love the sun
Posted in Life, Love, Nature, Poetry, Words, tagged Love, rain, scary, shade, Sun, wind, you say you love the sun on March 16, 2007 | No Comments »
You say you love the sun but hide in the shade when it shines.
You say you love the rain but open your umbrella every time it rains.
You say you love the wind but close the window each time there is a breeze.
That’s why it scares me when you say you love me.
This is my English [...]
Flatlands and hillside
Posted in Art, Life, Literature, Mysticism, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry on March 12, 2007 | No Comments »
(Caspar David Friedrich, Lonely Tree, 1822)
Some people are given flatlands
with their wide visibility all around,
their peacefully meandering
rivers
And some have to live with
hills and valleys
Some with towering cliffs
like Himalayas
and gaping chasms,
narrow gorges
through which shoots
the water of life
– Niebla (copyright 2007)
