Inge Hoppe-Grabinger

The final dart (a dream)

Just in nowhere in the middle
do I hear a being's fiddle,
nothing else: no cries, no sighs.

And I see a vapour rise
and the abyss at my feet,
where the ghosts in darkness meet,
without torches, without light,
nowhere bridges are in sight,
clouds devour the ways to go,
only shadows form a row,
trembling, changing, quickly shrinking,
shaking, jerking, downward sinking,
just above the groundless ground,
dancing to the fiddler's sound.
What he plays is quite confusing,
hopeless, cheerful and amusing,
cruel, tender and atrocious,
tilted, foolish and ferocious:
any song played with precision,
but there is no repetition ...

When the dream has gone away,
still the music wants to stay.
Waiting for the final dart ...
I will keep it in my heart.

February l6th, 2o17

Todos los derechos pertenecen a su autor. Ha sido publicado en a solicitud de Inge Hoppe-Grabinger.
Publicado en el 16.02.2017.


El autor


Comentarios de nuestros lectores (0)

Inge Hoppe-Grabinger has deactivated the reader comments.

Por favor elige

Post anterior Post siguiente

¿Este novel/poem viola la ley o el reglamento de publicación de
¡Por favor, infórmanos!

Author: Changes could be made in our members-area!

Mas de"Fantasía" (Poemas)

Otras obras de Inge Hoppe-Grabinger

Did you like it?
Please have a look at:

grateful - Inge Hoppe-Grabinger (Humor)
The Power of Darkness - Ramona Benouadah (Fantasía)
Poppies - Inge Offermann (Pensamientos)