Secret me

The little noise repeats itself
And pushed me to the ground
At the of this day of no events.
A letter, a comment, a wish
To keep private
To be me.

Common not

A common Thursday is here
With its common tasks of no flavour
And I face it head up,
Wrapped in a common blue dress.
As a common person,
I will hear and raise my voice.

Berry mood

Feeling precious and sunny today
I carefully choose my dress
and move on to impress
the grey factory’s corridors.
I spread my tiny black seeds
that numerous leave marks
I will see after the rain.

 

Surrounded

Time is not wasted,
As you think,
While staring at the horizon of today.
The mountains lay closer
And clouds are covering the sparse houses
And their lights.
Today, the valley is narrow
And hugs me with no escape.

Low fences

The rigid walls of a predefined career
Are easy to aspire to
And reassuring when thinking about the future.
Walls that delimit a job,
That Somebody else has designed
Are very high and the missing view
Is sadly breathtaking.

12 March, 2017 22:12

Talents and stars

What is special
Is hard to find
And hard to describe.
Personal talents draw for us
The way
Others cannot see.
Under the stars
The way shines
Only for us.