imagine a late sunday night. you lying in bed – tired and exhausted, but you can’t sleep. somehow you feel lonely a bit. not enough to put you in a depressive state of mind, but rather a kind of depressive feeling that generates your creative senses.
now to my last night’s experience:
i imagined that someone i wished to be at my side lies down beside me. the imaginative person that could be you (who by now should already have read what i’ve written to/for you) kissed me on the cheek and a sudden urge to capture that moment’s atmosphere came floating toward me. it was as if i’d been kissed by my personal muse and the outcome was as follows, entitled ‘you and i – together’:
wrestling like a pack of young lions
we could lie down exhausted
with our backs being shone on by
the red sun of the night
watching the star-lid sky
we could fall asleep together and awake to bright daylight
amusing ourselves with self-portraits of past times
giggling side by side, seeing each other’s smiles
our feet touch and every movement stops
frozen in a suspicious position
eye to eye, toe to toe
your gaze – a second expanded infinitely
my heart – bumping monotonously
I hope this goes on forever
you and I – together
and what follows now is a short explanation of how i’ve put those lines together:
imagine me lying on my red bedspread (i.e. my back being confronted by a mass of red -> line 4!), covered in walt disney’s lion king beddings, which on one side display simba the lion king with his father and on the other side an array of blue stars on white background (lines 1 and 5, by means the superficial you and me would lie beneath the star-sprankled blanket!). not being able to fall asleep i somewhere feel that constant longing for someone beside me. then imagine me gazing at my own self-portrait on the other side of the room, 120cm by 120cm from years way back (see line 7!) and the slow formation of a poem in my mind.
so, in conclusion, you now know that i have a longing for someone. but it’s not just like that, this longing generated a wonderfully poetic description of a scene that most likely could happen in my own room. you therefore additionally now know that marlon is sleeping on a red bedspread at times, and these days covers himself with beddings of disney’s lion king. but still, that’s not everything. i also have a huge self-portrait tugged to one of my walls and i’m probably a hopeless romantic… however i certainly was doped, too.
i’d love to read similar entries of other people’s longings here. maybe this could help as a starter… flowery phrases (i.e. “floskeln” in german) of course need to be added in order to round one’s own lines off with the right portion of romanticism.
not in a romantic way, but : i like it! a little short story, which can take me away for some minutes…Anonymous Says:
where is my written reply?Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink Says:
since I unfortunately cannot edit the comments i’ll post what sb anonymously posted (for the future: it probably would help to leave at least a homepage if not the name!):
not in a romantic way, but : i like it! a little short story, which can take me away for some minutes…Christoph Skofic Says:
@ anonymous. sorry some times it takes a while until s administrator approves a reply! we apologise!Anonymous Says:
i was wondering only…p.i.a.n. Says:
i´m not sure whether this is what you meant by wanting to read a similar entry here, but at least it may be called a try of flowery phrased poetry dealing with unfulfilled desires?! (although i think it´s not at all as good as yours)
so long …
a thousand memories and images in mind
of those lucky moments and I find
those little funny conversations
stored inside a treasure-box underneath my heartbeat.
caught sleepless by endless daydream-variations
you and me beside a lake. the summer´s heat.
… a waterdrop
the taste of myriads of pleasures in my mouth
a burning shiver in my fingertips that grasp the earth beside me
breathless I explode …
… and recollect the pieces that have left my head
put them together but realism fails to reconstruct the vision
cold tears I taste now, mourn the vivid spun illusion
the night has come closer to my bed
wrote this last summer, called it “long summer, long ago”.
refers to days when i invented those scenarios to compensate my longing for a person that was out of reach for me. i think i never really finished the poem but this is the latest version now.
felt inspired by your texts. thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts.Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink Says:
thank you for your inspiring reply! this is exactly what i meant with reading other entries… it’s all about the exchange between people who write… unite!
and your poem of course is lovely!
looking forward to maybe reading more entries by you?p.i.a.n. Says:
oh thank you!
I feel honoured
(I just noticed that I made a little mistake, it should be “vividlly spun” to be grammatically correct… sorry)
thanks for your invitation to unite
I will drop some lines again… sometime… if it´s fine with you…
by the way: zoe is wonderful! reminds me of a little girl I know very well…Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink Says:
that’s part of the wordgame ;)
as i said – i’d love to read some more of your lines, of course.
thank you, it’s painted after a girl i know.