We will tell the time and the time will tell us. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
STIMMEN
Stimmen draußen
Laut und grob, Schwert und Schild.
Stimmen drinnen
Viele und wirr und wild
Und unter all den Stimmen hier drinnen
Und jenseits all der Stimmen da draußen
Die eine Innere Stimme
leise und zart und wissend und mild.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
TIME WILL TELL
Time is such a strange thing. We always forget how long it is. One day you will change and you will look back and ask yourself Why. Why did I do that? Why did I not do that? Why did I say that? Why did I not say that? Why. Was it really worth it?
If it was, you will know and you will be happy. If it wasn’t, you will know and you will be sad.
But only time will tell you what your heart is still too blind or too stubborn or too immature to see today.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
BROKEN RHYME
When trust breaks The universe shakes The heart aches And aches and aches And aches… Because the poem has lost what it takes To ever rhyme again. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
MARCH TOWARDS APRIL
So many things ending in my life this month, as March ends. And so many things starting. Looking forward to April. Is my heart big enough to contain and bear it all? Yes, my heart is always big enough. And when it isn’t, it simply grows some more, grows again.
Aries, as ever, you end the old and bring the new. For me, to me, in me.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
REISEABSCHNITTE
Manche reisen alleine zu zweit Andere reisen zu zweit allein Ein Flugzeug erzählt viele Geschichten Fliegen ist ein versammeltes einsam-Sein Der eine schaut zurück auf die Vergangenheit Die andere blickt nach Vorne in die Zukunft Jemand schläft und jemand guckt Fernsehen Alle warten auf die Ankunft. Aber selten kommt man an, wenn man ankommt - Die Reise geht meistens weiter… Ich war nur der Flug-, nicht der Lebens-, Begleiter. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
AFTERMATH
It took me a while to acknowledge and accept the betrayal. And the permanent change. It is what it is. But now that I have, I have. Now, we can successfully pretend, together and apart, that it never happened; and that we were never that close. Now the bond is broken. The intimate bond of trust.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
BONDS
We belong to God, Not to one another. Possessiveness is flawed, No one owns the other. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
ONLY ONE PERSON
When only one person’s attention matters to you, only one person’s smiles and words and approval really matter to you, over a long and sustained period of time, then you know that your heart has really been taken and, even more importantly, your heart has truly voluntarily given itself to someone. Then you know you’re really in love.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
WIEDERBELEBUNG
Neue Seiten von mir Kommen wieder zum Leben. Wieder. Denn sie waren eben In alten Zeiten bereits hier. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
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