In Nordlingen's square, they now gather,
Whispers of northern towns recent
aflame,
Rothenburg, Dinkelsbuhl, utter
ruins,
Trio strange, a foreboding
claim.
Hands entwined, words shrouded
deep,
Secrets uttered, none could
fathom,
Townsfolk's restless, restless
sleep.
Shadows cast on ancient ground,
A tree stands, its roots
concealing,
Histories yet to be unbound.
A black cat with a nub-tailed
grace,
Lurks, an omen, an enigma,
Watchful eye on that timeless
space.
Suevite veins run through its
core,
Druid whispers in the cobble,
(Secrets whispered, evermore?!)
As townsfolk ponder, hearts
dismayed,
Is it Suevite's fiery
vengeance,
Or arson's art in shadows
swayed?
A dance of fire, a chilling
sight,
The trio's cryptic
incantations,
A tale that haunts the endless
night.
Stands tall amidst the raging
pyre,
Symbol of an age-old presence,
Its secrets burned in smoke and
fire.
The nub-tailed cat, a silent
wraith,
A guardian of the enigma,
That Nordlingen hides beneath
its breath.
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Friday, September 8, 2023
Nordlingen 2 - M.Weisgerber
Nordlingen 1 - M.Weisgerber
In Nordlingen's deark heart, a tale
begins to unfold.
Northward cities, ruin's cruel
embrace,
Rothenburg, Dinkelsbuhl; now in
ashes cold!
(Mysterious blaze, death's
darkened trace!)
They stood, hands clasped, a
circle's dread design,
Whispered words that twisted
out of sight,
In shadows cast, the town's sharp
lore entwined.
As shadows danced and time
began to fade,
A hemlock stood tall, its roots
a secret lie,
Guarding ancient tales in its temptuous
shade.
Its presence felt, on fringes
of the mind,
Watchful, silent, like
impending doom,
A feline omen, fate's enigma
signed!
Suevite's heart, a meteoric
fire;
Druid echoes whispering
evermore,
In cobblestones and shadows,
they conspire (then?).
A riddle penned in embers and
in smoke,
Was it Suevite's ancient, fiery
curse,
Or human hands that made the
town provoke?
Where mystery and dread in
chaos blend,
The trio's incantations, dark
as night,
Unraveled tales that never
seemed to end.
A silent witness to the town's
despair,
Its roots encased in secrets,
buried, grand,
As smoke and fire filled the
midnight air.
A specter in the shadows, there
and gone,
A whisper of a presence, night
and day,
As Nordlingen's breath, its enigma
lingered on.
Monday, January 23, 2023
A Time Then for Singing!
Here there, tally there; oh on this day of sunshine rose o’ dreaming!
I woke with a thought, then ran quick to jot, this memory all
now of a hope-es!
For today people are kind I saw the seashore run wild; leapt
fast beside to
catch all the wet lighting! I heard a loud smack & fell on my back, on
green grass best oh to roll in!
I wasn’t sure what to wear, or best then to say, all I
know is that spring soon in our land is coming! For when
the sun today rode high, that there would be quick a time, for cheer-den
-merriment-a-frolicking! Yet neighbors agree when they giggle w/ me
soon all will be fields of posies & wandering along riversides
(there is)?
Such shifts of the poles & flights of colorful birds
back to north, I think
the gentle rain with snowshade may fall then this morn, yet tomorrow
is
promises (great things yet to see & then to smell & tell)! I witnessed a
tailor outside making poof-up jackets so wide; nothing can
keep him from
happily a stitching! For
who needs the dew when I’m a
writing to you, of castles rising out of near seashores a sparkling? Candles
O yes it’s
a day when we get now to chant a “happy somethingsomething” then
sent
celebrations so wide & fair & true just for..just for..?! Once more all can dance amongst all
the brighter days, with starshine ‘nuff for several more, I
saw I cast
grins at doubt, snap fingers at clouds, I hear soft melodies
from
all the near windows wandered beside (that of new artists a dreaming?!)
I heard
there are tales yet to be told, kitties scratching at posts; a streetside that soon
might need sweeping!??
So for this Birthday of yours, I’ve done my best not to bore,
& hope im
-agination beside bright cheer now runs a-wild!
But adieu for a while, I send this with a smile and all
the best wishes oh just then for you!
Cheers n toodles, -Mark
Monday, January 16, 2023
Apollo, that Hawaiian Rise. -M.Weisgerber.
A cauldron is out there bubbling, brimming
Clouds rising high, matching the crags & swoops coming up,
Rising all around. Signatures, apt fingers -
Dissolving as soon as grace takes hold.
Hasn't even unveiled its full might yet - the color!!
Oh such gorgeous grotesque drippings, cascading down,
Each stroke dancing brighter, the firelight (torturous, almost!) The joy..
Paintbrushes ready to capture, filaments
ready to render.
Yet who am I, alone on this easy trip?
Merry head felt high, guts placed out in a long line, and
Apollo, in His triumph arises,
pushes himself laughingly up, to the left,
then other side pushing such bars, such impulses aside.
Splitting the day apart with insistence. I, merely to stoop
and cower, and render, and... and... and...
There is a crown now - pushing, giving birth to the brightness
the light, the hope now rising in a heart.
Even the waves, the edges of my sight they turned.
The mists above, so much swirling, ever circling.