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

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Kettenreaktionen

Wortbeben - komische Gedichte

Karneval in Northern Germany

Christmas Poem