Marion Hinz

 

Model

 

As round as the earth,

your dream of a woman

I am full of edges like a box,

colourless like a brown bag,

I`m standing around

useless and full of love

cover me with color.

 

  

A Poem

 

Sometimes the only chance

for time is to be a poem

 

In that case time has

no seconds no minutes no hours

nothing what would be able to

cut time in single parts

 

In that case time is what it is

at its best moments

at its best moments

a single long moment.

 

 

 

A knife

 

We all know, in reality

time is a robber, a murder

there`s no cure for that

but just once in my life

I imagined I am a knife

a very sharp knife

which could cut the time

which could cut my age

which could keep me young

but life is stronger than me

even if I am a knife.

 

 

Like a wind

 

Sometimes time is like a wind

who surrounds me fluttering

who is whispering in my ear

like your voice in my brain.

 

 

Get back soon

 

I will get back to you soon

back to you soon

to you

soon

 

in a minute

an hour a month a year

 

soon

as soon as possible

possible now

later on

never

 

soon

so fast as the flapping wings of a kingfisher

so fast as a hunters shot

so fast as the death of this bird.

 

 

Only for love

 

My heart beats loud

from nothing but love

 

all my life my heart

will beat in this way

 

over and over again

every time anew

over and over again

my heart will beat

only for love

 

it will beat like a barrage

for the imperishable one

for the unique one

for the not repeatable love

 

it will beat as strong

as only it is able

beat for the young one

beat for the newborn one

beat for the climbing up one

beat for the sun striving ones

beat for the moon and the stars

touching affectionate love

 

as long as my heart stops to hit

my heart will beat for love.

 

 

 

At the same time

 

In the present all things

happen at the same time

everybody knows for certain

 

A train cuts his own pass

 

The grass is trembling on the edge

flowers bend their heads in the wind

a child recognizes it is no more child

a mother awards to her daughter

a daughter cries around the man

a beloved one dreams from everlasting love

a whore hangs herself at home

a dragonfly whirrs in the air

a cuckoo shouts in the forest

a man sees red

a woman accuses herself

a grandmother folds her hands

an old man bends the head

children play in the well

women carry jugs to the water

 

Here trembles a cold night

there shimmers a hot day

here a person freezes to death

there many people die of thirst

here drowns one human in the floods

there people flow out on the street

 

They flee over the water away

to get in any other country

in a land of milk and honey

and if they have not died

so they still live today.

 

 

 

Another day

 

Another day is gone

I n dennn deszumn) dergleichen geschah.am alone again

no more sunshine

just darkness remains

 

I fall down deeply

deeply down into

the gigantic hole

up to his deepest point

 

I fall into darkness

I see a black ball

it is the earth

the dark earth

 

I don`t give up

I will ride the ball

I will ride the earth.

  

 

Near the happiness

 

The gate opens

and I walk through

I`d like to stick nearby

the happiness

 

I save the bread

I save the fruit

I shake the winter beds

 

Already there trickle the flakes

already there falls the snow

on a world deeply under mine

 

Here I want to remain

here is the warmness at home

here I make myself at home

 

I go out and I return

till flakes trickle down.

 

  

If life was the aim

 

If life was the aim

I would already be there

I am always starting

always on the go

I never arrive

ever out of breath

I always rush over

stumbled tumbled

on straight way

struggled to my feet

run for my life

the aim always

in my mind.

 

 

A weekend

 

The weekend came along quite normally.

I saw it from the window coming.

In the sunshine it approached.

Seemed to become nice and cheerfully.

The weekend. However still was Friday.

 

The last week had been okay.

Everything in dry scarfs without big fuss.

Some important and a lot of insignificant done.

However, then there came Haiyan, the storm bird.

Foiled us. Swept over the Philippines with more than 300 kmh.

 

The strongest typhoon one day the country met.

They speak of 3 dead ones. At first. Then of 100.

Then of 1.000. At least they talk of even more.

They speak furthermore about 620.000 homeless.

They speak of nearly 10.000.000 affected persons.

 

They speak of Tacloban. Floods.

About 220,000 inhabitants.

About the capital of the island Leyte.

Equalized to the surface of the earth.

Chaos. Hunger. Desperation. Violence.

Corpses. Smell of putrefaction. But

also multiple help and wondrous birth.

 

And here: Four German martyrs are

snatched out of the sea of silence.

Now their memorial is long-lasting.

First edition to the Lohengrin prelude

is discovered. In all voices.  A treasure.

 

The Mardi Grass started and therefore

the clowns conquered the city hall.

And in 2022 the Winter Olympics

ain`t in Munich ain`t in Germany.

A 48-year-old driver is with 3.14

blood alcohol in the traffic on the way.

 

Thus it stands in the newspaper of Sunday.

The weekend is almost over.

 

 

 

My heart

 

Ripped my heart

when I was alive

 

My heart always

always was outside

always beside myself

always with me

my heart

 

In small bags in big bags

I carried it around

every day with me

my heart.

 

 

Rucke di gu

 

Listen

rucke di gu

my little dove

my fine dove

the blood at the shoe

I drank it up long ago

 

Now please

send me the bear

I will tousle his fur

with pleasure

and all my love

 

The honey milk

act in addition

I drink it too

out of the shoe

 

Rucke di gu,

my little dove

my fine dove.

 

 

Time                                                                                       

 

Time witnesses

Time eaters

From time to time

All one`s live

Time current

Time contingent

Time management

Time warp

Time-loving

At times in love

Running times

Time runs away

Saving time

No time to save

Save me this betimes

Timeless helplessly

Time taste

Tasted time

Tasteless time

Every now and then

Delayed time

Staggered time

Time profit

Won time

Time machine

Machine time

Time lapses

Heaped time

Greedy time

Space of time

Tightened time

Thrilling time

Time-forgotten

Forgotten time

Time ghost

Spirit of time

Time stroller

Dawdled time

Lost time.

  

 

Two kinds of rough

 

Sweetness is also bitterness

and joy means pain too

love is equally hatred

and longing also is grief

consciousness is fog too

and life at the same time is death.

 

 

   

 

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