Montag, 9. Mai 2022

Mother



mother you were
not just mine
but that of all
who sought refuge
with our family. 


always open 
were your arms, 

your heart always 

giving, always thinking
of others, of their joy—
always ready to carry, 

to uplift
and to love. 

love — she was 
your shield, your being.
love — she was you.




© beatrix brockman (2022)

Donnerstag, 11. Februar 2021

geistzeit

wie zwillinge -
deren zellen sich
im mutterleib nicht
trennten - so 
verwachsen sind
diese virustage.
aneinander reihen
sie sich endlos
im zurück wie
im vor. der jänner
von vor einem jahr
unwirkliche erinnerung
an was man tat 
und tun durfte
die zukunft, die
sich vor uns ergoß
inzwischen verdunstet
zwischen isolation 
und masken
fragst du dich 
was wird

© beatrix brockman

Headspace


Like twins 

Whose cells never

Separated in the womb

So conjoined are

These virus days

Endlessly strung 

In the back and

The forth. Last January

Unreal memory

Of what we did 

Were allowed to do

The future, then 

Clear before us

Evaporated by now

Between isolation 

And masks

You ask 

What will be.  

Mittwoch, 2. Dezember 2020

Even if

Even if 
I cut this moment into strips
and braided them into my hair;

even if
I wrapped your kisses into silk
and dried them between Neruda's words;

even if
I framed
the pinned butterflies;

even then 
this moment would only
last its eternity.




© beatrix brockman

 

Dienstag, 27. Oktober 2020

Berlin in the Morning


coffee running through 
the porcelain filter 

it's hardly dawn

outside a raven 
is croaking early 
as the pine floors 
creak under naked 
feet & the regular 
breathing from 
the other room 
quiets my heart

the disembodied 
muezzin's voice from 
the apartment below 
is part of this morning's
sound pattern
 
all is well


©beatrix brockman

Donnerstag, 13. August 2020

whisper

for six years you 
stood outside — nose
pressed to the window
of whispered words 
stamped confidential 
 
now you stand at
the threshold, hesitant
to walk through the door
— whether you want to or not — 
your turn has come to 

whisper


© beatrix brockman

caesura


a cut

a gash

 

incisions (six)

daVinci* style 

 

though healed

they’ve separated 

 

the seams of life 

unbridgeable 

 

while ring and rings 

stay closeted 

 



©beatrix brockman





*http://www.davincisurgery.com/da-vinci-surgery/da-vinci-surgical-system/