1. February 2010
Little things
Get easily lost
Easily broken
Easily disregarded
Discarded
Thrown by the wayside
To the curbside
Childhood memories
Of little toy planes
Held between two fingers
Chasing the clouds away
Of little plastic animals
Conversing in a garden of childhood bliss
And later than
A lover’s trinket
Cherished once like a diamond rare
Do we still care?
If everything fell to ruin today
What would you like to spare?
Little things
Easily overlooked
In these hectic times
Where our schedules are overbooked
Hold on to them
They are your memories
Footnotes rife
With moments past
Lessons learned
Bookmarks of your life
Protect them
Like treasures golden
More valuable then riches
Which cannot buy back precious moments
Display them proudly
Shine a light on them
So that when the night is the darkest
When everything else has faded
When all those memories seem so far
They’ll guiding you back
To who you are
© Thorsten Becker
26. January 2010
You sacrificed a part of yourself
To protect the whole of me
To cover me, keep me safe
Protect me from life’s cutting winds
From the coldness of frozen hearts
From blanketing notions
Descending like white shrouds
Through your loving kindness you taught me
To always care for those
We hold dear, we hold close
Dedicated to my grandfather, who I only knew for the first 8 years of my life but who will always stay with me. This year marks the 30th anniversary of his death.
© Thorsten Becker
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
Through cold frosty air
Playful calls I hear, right there,
“Treats, seeds, please share, care”
© 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.
