THREE SELFPORTRAITS
April 2007
Night rain
Morninglight
April 2007
A cry.
Never heard before.
Clear look of stay with me!How else could I than sit still and
see her trembling.
Breathing on the miracle that also
gauges my existence:
to be thrown on earth
unexpectedly and
always with perfect strangers.
Now I am 5 kittens further from home and
thus closer to the ground of everything.So dusty is the place where I wear out my years therefore
I raise the glass high!
Astrid H. Roemer
Night rain
A breeze like the first embrace of a
new lover. I know that
the cloudcover is ready
to burst and will rumble with hundred
thousand fingers at once.
On the roof.
Against my crown.
Through the fields of our existence.I lie stretched with you in
mind. Let me wash down and
storm in and carry away. You suddenly drift off.
Food for thought thunders past as well in pinkred
structures that light up like gangrene on new year's eve.
Figures wrapped in the gold the silver and the leadgrey of
time periods with you break to depths that become unattainable.No frantic reunion. No hoarse-sung lovesong.
No lust for more takes root in this waterfeast. Merely how I
can tell everyone dryly.
Astrid H. Roemer
Morninglight
Still it is a rooster
that crows to announce
the light.Awake if you do not believe it and
look at the east edge
how it glimmers.And always in tinges of red. Nothing can
be born without the shedding
of blood. But a morning?And no natural day has ever been
killed by me! Or is it after all the
many that are bored to death?The night serves to recover from what at daytime
is polluted. A rooster crows and cleaned
up do I re-start with you.
Astrid H. Roemer
Met toestemming van de auteur overgenomen uit de Engelstalige bloemlezing Diversity is Power welke is uitgegeven ter gelegenheid van het bezoek van auteurs en dichters aan Suriname.