how to write a lonesome night’s romantic poem

by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Text, Uncategorized

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.

that’s it.