So now you wish to read my poetry, too ?
i love that.
some of my poems - were first written in german,
this is due depending how i was feeling when i was writing them, and to which subject they were relating. (also....when they were written -the early ones are only available in german, which is their soul 'cause that is how I have creaed them - and the lingo in which they were
arriving!)
in these days i do write mainly in english -which is strange, even funny having been born and raised in germany. let it not stop you enjoying them!
note: ALL COPYRIGHT BY AUTHOR stefanie wilhelm / Rockita
ok - so let's go!
title:
"you will not find me"
(as featured with my painting for a sickle bill /bird of paradise)
You will not find me
waiting in line.
I will always be the one
standing outside the crowd.
You will not find me
among those... eagerly chasing you
I am the one
to watch over your shadow.
If you want to find me
do not search far.
Look for me
in a faraway land,
where we can hide our love
under the shadow of the figtree leaves,
away
from the eyes
of a jealous sky.
When
the Songbird sings
so gracefully
it is the time
for travellers of hearts
of minds
I will be standing close.
Where the blue moon shines
over fragrant waters
on fired tender beaches
we tie our hearts together.
With tiny delicate knots
throwing our fishernet into that Sea of Love.
Sharing the gift
that we bring to each other.
Lost in eternal kisses
our suffering will be mutual
since love is a battle of light
it dances
as the swallows do in their circling
of skies,
as the dolphins do
in waves of unity
of mutual delight.
author: Stefanie Wilhelm / Rockita
Title:
"Change of Seasons"
And so we move
to yet another Season.
I'd wish I could tell you:
I am not ready
for the colours
of yet another Autumn leave.
Just when I deeply feel
those tender rays of Summer
sparkling to my eyes,
coming to touch my skin.
Wanting to rest
capture those infinitive moments,
the odour of a Summers Rose
before
her beauty surrenders.
Seasons that come and go
which never will listen
to my urge to hold on,
staying just a little longer:
Precious moments, such dear
presents of time.
Gates of Paradise
that were lost, blown away
by the Summer winds.
Yet there is music, color
and pink skies
over Oceanic Waves.
Splendid,
such grand endeavor;
To feel
the urge, the heartbeat
of Earth, its Universe
of Life within ourselves
Knowing: Life is instant.
Come on, you little beast:
Delicate and furious
supposedly delicious
sometimes sweetly poisoned
so carelessly devoted
my longing
crazy heart.
Author: Rockita / Stefanie Wilhelm, August 2014
And here is your "Teaser"...
la instantánea No° 27
On sharing...
All that I care for,
I share :
My Art, my heart, my passion, my love :
with you.
"Change of Seasons"
And so we move
to yet another Season.
I'd wish I could tell you:
I am not ready
for the colours
of yet another Autumn leave.
Just when I deeply feel
those tender rays of Summer
sparkling to my eyes,
coming to touch my skin.
Wanting to rest
capture those infinitive moments,
the odour of a Summers Rose
before
her beauty surrenders.
Seasons that come and go
which never will listen
to my urge to hold on,
staying just a little longer:
Precious moments, such dear
presents of time.
Gates of Paradise
that were lost, blown away
by the Summer winds.
Yet there is music, color
and pink skies
over Oceanic Waves.
Splendid,
such grand endeavor;
To feel
the urge, the heartbeat
of Earth, its Universe
of Life within ourselves
Knowing: Life is instant.
Come on, you little beast:
Delicate and furious
supposedly delicious
sometimes sweetly poisoned
so carelessly devoted
my longing
crazy heart.
Author: Rockita / Stefanie Wilhelm, August 2014
And here is your "Teaser"...
la instantánea No° 27
On sharing...
All that I care for,
I share :
My Art, my heart, my passion, my love :
with you.