Transcience
The day,
a house of cards of events
and circumstances.
Branches ramify in the thicket
of a silent morning
like an evening fog.
Reality gives way
to an uncertain future.
Snow,
now dies away in the rain.
At the banks,
the river circulates its rounds.
Little, sad waves
reflecting tranquility
Gert W. Knop was born in 1943, studied arts and tropical
agriculture and is now living in Zittau, Germany. He writes poetry and short
stories in German, English and Spanish.
Dear Gert,
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is full of imagery, this one made me muse, staring out of my window in my warm house, watching the snowflakes melts on the windowpanes.
Love,
Inge
Dear Inge,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your lovely comment! Have a great weekend!
Love,
Gert
a beautiful write, my friend - just love this
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your work, thanks for sharing!
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