Poetry and Literatur
Once in a while, Muse grabs me good,
pulls my hair, my shirt, my foot
strangles, nips and tortures me
(I cannot stand that comfortably)
I write down all the words she speaks
on paper though my pencil squeaks.
They aren't funny and bad as well.
My Muse never rests and you can tell.
She neither stops at night nor day
until she's finished all the way.
But stunned I sometimes stare and stand
with a poem in my hand!
Katharina Gerlach, 21. Juni 2009
published
 Kettenreaktionen |
 Wortbeben - komische Gedichte |
 Karneval in Northern Germany |
 Christmas Poem |
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