25. January 2010
Lovers’ kiss
One true bliss
Electricity of the soul
Hearts ablaze during a night stroll
Here
Touched by lovers touch
Their love flies
Towards Elysian skies
Ascends through layers of the atmosphere
Straight through the stratosphere
Until leaving behind the exosphere
There
Where everything is oh so clear
Oh so quiet
Where nothing can disturb
Nothing can curb
Lovers’ dreams
Their gleams
Set the heavens alight
Like sparkler’s sparks
On top of sweet delight
© Thorsten Becker
11. January 2010
It is nothing but snow
On a gray cold day
Nothing but trees
That in the distance sway
Why should I stay?
Just a lonely walk
Through winter’s solitude
Biting cold air
Chipping away at my fortitude
Such is my attitude
When suddenly
Up in the sky
Firebirds fly
With their amber breath
They warm away my distress
And with their mythical grace
Lead me towards halcyon days
And such is now the glittering of the snow
So pure and white, day and night
Like the garments of a snow maiden bright
That I resolve with much gratitude
“Joy, instead, should be my attitude!”
© Thorsten Becker
Note: I often like to weave bits and pieces of classic literature as well as folklore into my prose. For this particular piece have a look at Snegurochka as well as the Firebird; an explanation of Halcyon Days can be found here.
12. October 2009
As the colors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light
As the blackbirds sing their final serenades in the late afternoon hours
As red squirrels hurry through crumbling leafs to find their hidden stacks
Of acorns ripe and all sorts of nuts given by resting souls on forest benches
As crickets chirp one last time in withering grass which sways and whispers in fall breeze
As the wind dances above gurgling brooks and winding streams
That carry boat like foliage, fiery red and leathery brown, to distant shores
As the air is laden with the smells of mushrooms gathered upon forest floor,
With the scents of damp fungus on weathered stumps
My heart calls out, my lips repeat without a sound
“Thank you for the little things, for moments like this, more precious than gold”
© Thorsten Becker
4. June 2009
What have we done to our dwelling places
Our living spaces?
Where has all the beauty gone?
Gone
Stripped away without any traces
Blank facades like blank stares on blank faces
No expressions, no desire, nothing to admire, hollow egressions
From which we emerge, from which we come out, but do not go forth
What mighty force
Has banished all the intricacies
And left us with useless fallacies
Twisted explanations of why such bland monotony
Is such a great philosophy
When in reality it is but neotony
Where things no longer fully mature
“No no, it is just so demure”
They do assure
For sure
We’ve lost much of our identity
In this succinctly streamlined amenity
“The things before, they were such vanity”
No, I say, it was sanity
Great examples of our ingenuity
Those stones and carvings
Arches and awnings
All those faces
Watching us with tender gazes
Those urban jewels
Crafted by master’s tools
Bring them back I plead
Don’t want to accept, don’t want to concede
For how we adorn a house
Reflects the ideals we espouse
© Thorsten Becker
27. May 2009
On the other side
There is a light
On the other side
That’s where it’s bright
On the other side
There is much delight
I can smell the ocean breeze
Coming through with such ease
I can feel the sunshine warm and tender
Touching my face with summer’s splendor
It is all on the other side, the other side, it’s not right
And so I stand and wonder, watch and linger
As if through unknown forces entrance is denied
Should I carefully touch with just one finger
As I stand and peer through keyhole rock?
Or should I pass on through
Onto
Unlock
The chains of doubt and fear?
Thus it is here where I decide
If I should go on to the other side
Where there is a light
Sunshine bright
© Thorsten Becker
