we ride – our orleans, right?

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we were like trees’ crests passing by.

infinite rows of them leading us the way,

blurred and not vine.

we were like those trees’ branches

with emptied minds

like they’ve got rid of their leaves.

spring.

gray.

and grayish walls running

beside us, endlessly.

we.

sharing the same way.

and ‘oh’, the birds.

like single strains of hair

who just loosened themselves

and in grief mourning, they

slowly fall or rather seemingly

‘no’, infinitely seeming to fall.

consciously led to their ends

and just like one of those –

doomed – we pretended to be falling

to the ground, too.

our mourning grievously re-

echoing, but almost like

silence, from the blades of

grass who surrounded us.

growing tall around us

like in an embrace

comparable to how they

welcome birds, now, on their

last flights towards their

graves.

we.

they.

spring.

gray.

free.

a cloud in mid-air we were

we, the intruders

alienated by the sphere

flying like waste, needles and tins

awfully beautiful

and ordinary

a thunder.

the prey.

like those cloud’s thoughts we were

resembling molecules in love

we, being our own attempts

like every single raindrop

from above.

roads encasing us by thoughts

like a thunder, in gusts of wind

like Venice encased by the sea

you hear?

grainy asphalt we were

pressed together like stones

acting as if being driven upon

a thunder.

the prey.

we.

they.

roads.

gray.

free.

2 replies on “we ride – our orleans, right?

Anna Teresa Angermann Says:

Beim Lesesn des Gedichtes flossen Bilder wie einzelne Frequenzen durch meinen Kopf.

Ein Wechsel der Perspektiven. Aus der Luft, auf dem Boden, in der Luft, in der Zeit.

Viele Bilder, welche einander ergänzen, erklären, die gemeinsam erzählen.

Eine sehr schöne Wortreihung, die gleichsam schwermütig, wie leicht erscheint.

Danke für den Einblick

Matthias Jäger Says:

you are right

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