along the shore
the deep deep lake
mirror waters
a high mountain range
swimming backwards, lazily

maraca leaves
reminding me
of Rio and the thirteen
Samba lessons
back in ‘62

that’s all there is:
lake, mountain, trees,
all passionate,
yellow, red, and orange,
and a blue autumn vault

I scratch the sky with the diamond
of my wedding ring,
and through the tear,
stars, black, and more memories,
undead and sore


  1. Hello Dieter.
    A thoughtful and heartfelt piece.
    I hope all is well with you.
    Blessings, Catherine

  2. @Catherine, thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed reading my poem! All's well, thanks for asking; I hope all's well with you and your family, too! xoxoxo D.
    @Lucy, thanks, your words always mean a lot to me! Sending you loads of love, xoxoxo D.