IN BETWEEN ALL THOSE WHITE ROSES
The nothingness between what happens?
From events down or up to what else?
What is it that matters altogether?
What contributes to our Selves?
One more has gone forever…
One less around, or rather not.
One space switched to lightness.
A heavier thought emerges to spot.
I don’t get it, do you? What sense is there?
What am I doing here? Yet. And, further on?
You don’t suffice. You won’t last. Neither do I.
Maybe tomorrow as early as I will also be gone.
Do I tidy my socks, do the dusting on the shelve?
Or do I suss the lie of the land that might rock up?
What remains is the same question that falls short.
Do I even need to fill up that aforesaid half-full cup?
What kind of game is this that I’m not eager to win?
What sort of space full of mystery or distraction?
What flight or fight am I facing or eschewing?
Is it a blest avoidance or a fatal attraction?
I want to honor this moment in memory
Of the goodwill hunting at the grounds
And relish the idea of peacefulnesses
That grows on the cry of the hounds.
Let me celebrate the unlived awes,
The shoulda woulda coulda's, yes.
The beautiful hours tainted blue
The so dear loveliness to caress.
I like to believe that it matters
No matter if happy or afflicted.
Come that rain or come a shine
Living sober, a mite, or addicted
Heaven opens once in a while-ish
Dropping, popping & recapturing
We all try and fail to pace it stylish
Hoping to leave and regret no thing
I trust you’ll be filled up with charms
That angel's wing beats spread around
Thus no further doubt, despair or fear
Exists in your hush - safe and sound!
In remembrance of JOHANNES ROTH
(March 12, 1966 - February 14, 2024)
HC_Thiesgen
March 18, 2024
03:31 pm (CET)
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