Sunday, December 11, 2011
Ants
Spaghetti tin
was full
of spaghetti
eating ants.
I threw the can
into a garbage bin.
Little black ants
do not have coats,
hats and mittens.
They will freeze
to the death
tonight,
I hope,
because I don't
want them
in the house.
It was very cold
night.
Little black ants
froze to the death.
Little shriveled
kiwi seeds
in tin can -
one hundred thousand
of them.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 12/11/2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Water
Water
bubbling
clear water
running
over the reeds
and rocks.
Little brook
hurrying
to the river.
Cold water
in the Spring
flooding
meadows
changing them
into spongy
squelchy
surface
creates a lake.
I am looking
from the forest.
I know
I can not cross
in this time
of the year.
Water owns
paths and
once dusty
roads
dominates
water
clear
powerful
water.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 12/8/2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Baby Jesus
Baby Jesus arrived
on his wings
and he said,
and he said ...
I'll give you a s...
this year.
Czech folk poem.
Translated Copyright (c) by Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 12/6/2011
on his wings
and he said,
and he said ...
I'll give you a s...
this year.
Czech folk poem.
Translated Copyright (c) by Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 12/6/2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
New year resolutions from point of view of common Pennsylvania bear
I have to eat now for two or three anyway since I was frolicking whole last summer with another bear from Hawk Mountains. Somehow he found his way to Pottsville and we had some good times together. He is on his way back to his den in Hawk Mountains. I hope he eats well, avoids hunters and survives this winter, because he is coming in the Spring time again.
My fur is already short and sleek. Mother Nature takes good care of me. Provides me with free winter and summer clothes.
So I am eating well. There are still plenty of berries in the woods, and since I am also carnivore, I do not turn down small game.
I took plenty baths last summer, but for some reason, I can not get rid of fleas. I have to swim more next year and drown them.
I have to avoid hunters at any cost. Here they are coming again and brought barking dogs with them, so I have to sit on the tree all day again, or hide in the swamp. It is hard to take care of some one's stomach, when there are madly barking beasts following my scent.
I'll be rising new cub next Spring, so there go my resolutions about the writing. I tried to write into the sand bank last Summer with my claws a poem about white clouds, rustling trees and trouts' bodies shining in the Sun, when they are swimming up stream. Then a wave came and washed out my poem and scattered letters in the wind.
The end.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 12/3/2011
My fur is already short and sleek. Mother Nature takes good care of me. Provides me with free winter and summer clothes.
So I am eating well. There are still plenty of berries in the woods, and since I am also carnivore, I do not turn down small game.
I took plenty baths last summer, but for some reason, I can not get rid of fleas. I have to swim more next year and drown them.
I have to avoid hunters at any cost. Here they are coming again and brought barking dogs with them, so I have to sit on the tree all day again, or hide in the swamp. It is hard to take care of some one's stomach, when there are madly barking beasts following my scent.
I'll be rising new cub next Spring, so there go my resolutions about the writing. I tried to write into the sand bank last Summer with my claws a poem about white clouds, rustling trees and trouts' bodies shining in the Sun, when they are swimming up stream. Then a wave came and washed out my poem and scattered letters in the wind.
The end.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 12/3/2011
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