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Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.

My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.

In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.

I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.

Then, at last – the cloud

Dream of an Elf

There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.

Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.

There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.

Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection o

The Ocelot

In the city I have met an ocelot.
His eyelids were half closed.
He was very proud.
Golden jewels were hanging on his ears.
On his claws he was wearing five rings each
With rubies and emeralds.
The ocelot did not deign to look at me.

With pleasure I would have told him a tale
Of the yellow steppe grass
And of the soft light sand.
Of the hot wind
How it swept over the herbs.
And of the light
Before the sun went to rest.

Longing, I looked after him
How he looked at himself
In the glass of the shop-windows.

My Old Friend

I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.

Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade

Nocturnal Woods

I see the sky, the moon and the earth -
Dreaming, meditating.
It is the air, the fields and the woods ...
Starlit is the night.
My soul relaxes
And floats through the silence.

Second! Stand still and stay!
You are just so wonderful!
Let all the others move on,
Drops in the sea of time -
Past.

The wood does not hear the waves,
But the trees know my silent song.
Leaves are touched by the moonlight.
Stricken by the silvery wonder,
My heart sees the truth of existence.

Woodland BirthIn the starlight I walked along, loaded with thoughts.
Over the dark forest the dew sank soon.
The morning was still far.
I could hear the noises from the distant village.

Deep into the forest I was roaming underneath the starry sky.
I followed a path like velvet and moss, took off my shoes.
The breath like a foggy breeze, like fire without smoke.
My blood pulsated in my veins.

Silent world seized me –
My language faded,
And like on the first day – so easy, free and unequalled
I freed me from my self and became eternal.

The oak, so high, was reaching to the stars.
Higher and ever higher I climbed.
Mounted through space and time

Eyes in the ForestIn the wild wood, in the dark forest,
Beyond human eyes.
There lies the world under a magic spell,
The fog never evaporated.

The trees are tall and grey there,
They sway and lament.
Tales they whisper furtively
Of long forgotten elder days.

In mossy lichen and fern shrubs
Silently dance the elven folk.
They weave the veils of mist
And turn around in circles.

In the wild forest, at a dark place,
Hidden away from human hands.
There the old tale still lives,
Its secret never discovered.

Deep between stone and root work,
In a dark chamber,
A dwarf is forging with magic power,
Wields steadily his hammer.

And high up in dense branch entangleme

In Memory of Manu, a FriendI remember you.
Now approximately seven years have passed
And I still miss you painfully.
You were my age, not older.
Not very young anymore but much too young to die.

You have been a good friend to me in this short time
of about two years.
You shared with me your grief and your pain.
Everything what you had experienced.

I was there for you, day and night,
Whenever you needed someone to talk to.
No distance was too far.
I called you at any time.

If I could succeed,
I would make the birds sing for you,
Would bring you a candle,
Nearly I was at your home,
But I did not know where to find the cemetary and your grave.

But my tho

Black Bird of Winter NightSnow-covered are the fir-trees,
Breaking under the weight.
Fogs are spinning and spreading
Along paths and ravines.

Snowflakes fall softly like in a dream -
I wander silent through the limitless space.
And far away, world and time sink with me
Into the great white solitude.

In the evening, smooth dark wings
Spread gently blessing
Over all hills and forests
The comforting night.

Black bird of night,
My glance strikes you.
Far, immense far,
You are flying and you never come back.

Time stands still when I see you.
Gently the clouds pass by.
When day goes to rest
Then I want to flee with you.

Away, lost in the night,
Accompan

The Birth of a New LightThe days are cold, the nights grow dark.
The garden has now turned grey.
The icy chill is freezing lake as well as bark.
The first snow has fallen earlier today.

The days are grey, the nights are long.
The garden has now turned white.
But from afar I hear a song
And see a wonderous light.

Up in the winter's dark night-skies
I see a bright new shining star
And in the air a great song lies.
The light seems not so far.

The night - it is the Christmas night -
It has come round now at last.
It turns all the darkness bright.
It gives the world a joyous sight.
It strikes for me a newborn light,
Embraces me with all its might
Before

Hymn to the MoonIn the hours of your brilliance
Dark soul's child is dying.
You cause new visions -
The sad eye becomes blind.

Moon, mirror of the sun in the darkness!

Kisses are easily shed
In your protective refuge.
Caressed by Venus' whisper
Prohibited barriers yield.

Moon, celestial crown!

Illuminator of the star map,
You show the way to the lost.
Those who seek shelter in the bright light
Cower at the wooden bridge.

Moon, watch-tower of deliverance!

Underneath your canopy
All earth-creatures are sleeping.
In your lap you gently rock
Germinating traces of life.

Moon, bearer of life,
Executor of time,
Galactical guardian!

Moon, patro

FriendshipFriendship means to give,
But also to take -
Solidarity in joy and sorrow.

Friendship gives hope
And grants happiness as well -
It is assistance in times of loneliness.

Friendship must grow,
You have to cultivate it -
By frankness and honesty.

Friendship means to love
And to be loved -
It depends on mutuality.

Friendship demands
Understanding for the other -
Despite his weak points and fallability.

Friendship does not live on advantage
But on feelings -
On the same thoughts at the same time.

Friendship must hear,
Friendship must see -
The other's happiness, expectation and grief.

To open yourself for the other, to talk to him,
To be r

Elven HopeI have a dream
Of another world
Where no-one resembles the other.
But where all are one
In a world of diversity
That plants every flower at the right spot.

I dream of a world
Where hate is unknown
Either among individuals or the great nations.
There is only the appreciation of the others' life
At all their places.

I dream of a great sign
That will re-unite in joy
All once scattered.
Brother will not be angry with brother anymore
And everybody understands
That living is now the new dimension.

I see a new world
Where shining light nets
Spread like a shield across the Earth
From east to west and from south to north.

I dream

Enchanted Paths

Fundamentally, the world dreams of a magic subtle and bright.

Here, the nature lies wet with dew – no human hand has ever hurt it.
The scent of flowers floats through the air and the herbs wave gently in the wind.
Only a soft melody of elfish nature – carried by silence – enormously delicate.

Here lie the dreams that will become truth,
Here lies the real power of Earth.
On enchanted paths, born by elven magic –
Everything shall be possible and the way is full of wonders.

Deeply rooted in Mother Earth

Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.

As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.

So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!

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Golden shades lie on the autumnal wood.
The wood liked to talk in the speech of beech and oak.
Wild ducks who fly on sadly
Have nothing to regret and are far from this doom.

Being sorry for whom?
We all are wandering, roving –
You come and go and leave the empty home.
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Autumnal Woodlands

Violent winds rush through the dark wood,
I feel –
The leave-strewn soil is bitter cold.

Colourful leaves lend wings to fantasy,
I look around –
Orange and yellow blend in comfortable harmony.

Thick beech trunks are ivy-clad,
I see –
The green protects them against frost, snow and rain.

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I listen –
Rustling and creaking form a symphony.

Huge clouds move across the land,
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The Old Oaken Tree

by *Malintra-Shadowmoon, Feb 24, 2013, 7:57:33 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

I have sat in your shade and have been dreaming.
Often I have forgotten the time.
Into your bark I have sobbed.
Underneath your roof of leaves I have sought shelter.
My grief, my joy I have told you.
A feeling of safety I have found here.

You are still there - changed - like me ...
After so many years.
You have stood your ground.
I have found a home, a place to strike root.
We share our life at the little creek.
Hardly I can grasp it or word my joy.

The power, peace and silence that surround you
I have already loved as a child.
And when I climbed up your branches and hurt you -
Please forgive me, the ignorant child.
That what I loved to have, you have given to me -
Power, dignity, hope - zest for life.

The Old Oaken Treeby *Malintra-Shadowmoon

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Contribution to the February Monthly Event "Childhood Poem" by the group

When I was a child, I played in a near forest at a little creek.
My tree was an oak and it still is.

This poem is dedicated to you, my old oaken friend!

Critique by ~NotenSMSK Mar 2, 2013, 11:03:33 PM

Hello! I am from

and yes I am very late but I hope that can be overlooked

I would say that the title itself speaks volumes to me. Now that you have written it, the title is taken which is something I am sad about

. In short, the title is wonderful. It gives a sudden feeling of longing as well as comfort. If I were to explain it, the Old, gives it a feeling of past, of something to remember; longing and the Oaken Tree... it gives a feeling of warmth.

Now the work itself is well written, free verse and nothing that I would like to point out. It is supposed to be a simple work in that perspective - nothing too exaggerated and all. The feel it gives is the same as I had thought. What I feel is a problem at times is that you have added too many full stops and have... incomplete thoughts in the process. Take for example the second and third line.

"Often I have forgotten the time.
Into your bark I have sobbed."

Forgotten THE time... which time? Into your bark I have sobbed - does it merge with your last expression? That is one issue.

The other is that I would personally have loved to see the title repeated in each stanza. The title feels like it belongs in the poem. Yet I was unable to see it even once which kind of disappointed me. Perhaps that is the way I would have written it.

Over all a fine work and a breathtaking title. Keep writing!

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