embodied

as golden 

ginkos snow

embodied sun

i see

the orphaned crib

embody grief 

****

 

golden schneit

der gingko

sommersonne

im fluss 

von tränen schaukelt

die verwaiste wiege

 

©Beatrix Brockman

unexpected

 images hurt

as do stories, 

perpetually untold.

the annuli 

in my iris deepen

as worlds narrow

between their rings.

the next stanza

is stillborn.

11/4/23

©Beatrix Brockman

O

as night falls
and words fail me
tear drops 
don't cleanse
the heavy heart

candles don't 
lighten the load
as a name
circles my soul
grief's shadow holds

©Beatrix Brockman

10/28/23

mother, with all your heart

mother, your were,
not just the mine
but that of all
seeking refuge under 
the umbrella called family.

your arms always

open, your heart
always giving, always
striving to give joy,
to lift up, to love.

Love, she was your shield,
your being;
Love, she was you. 

 

 

© Beatrix Brockman 
11/24/23

von herzen mutter

Mutter warst du.
Nicht nur die meine,
sondern aller
die am familienschirm
sich unterstellten.
Stets offen waren
deine arme, dein herz
nur gebend, immer nur
bedacht andere zu
freuen, zu tragen, zu
erheben und zu lieben. 
Die liebe, sie war dein
schild, dein wesen.
Die liebe, die warst du.

© Beatrix Brockman 

10/1/17