Poems and Essays
The collection "The Fragility of Moments" by the German author Doerthe Huth is filled with mindful ovbservations and encouraging thoughts. Reading and writing poetry can be a helpful resource to activate the imagination and liberate the soul. This book is an invitation to reflect on the outside and the inside world. It offers a break in the midst of everyday life, in which the reader can take a mindful look at himself and the world that surrounds us.
The poems provide a wide range of themes about nature, woods, mindfulness, good wishes, and our roots. They are accompanied by essays about personal experiences and some lyrical images. Captured are moments that need attention. Whether it's a moment of sadness, injustice, or happiness, they all find a voice in this collection.
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Selected poems
thin pancakes
while we live into the day and forget
that the earth has been
a cold planet for a long time
you say: bake me thin pancakes
like mom always did -
there were always 25
you add
for a moment I envy your mother's recipe
the golden eggs from your grandmother's hen house
and the taste of that past
couldn´t you have asked for it earlier?
now she has forgotten the recipe
as well as most of her life
only remain my pancakes
8 for everyone is more than enough
and suddenly you say:
I can see the heathland in front of me and
smell the scent of summer on mom’s apron
all together with the others
for a blink of an eye I'm excluded again
but yet the moment belongs only to us
with the dishes I wash
the scent of childhood through the spout
and see you through my first eyes
next week I'm going to bake pancakes again
before the recipe erases from my memories
Doerthe Huth
This poem was published to a exhibition „picture / text“ at the library Bielefeld / Germany in 2016 in cooperation with the German writers association.
Home: Twowaterland
City:
The moon lifts its trail of light over the roofs
Church towers are reflected in puddles, whose
Shadows draw a cross on people's foreheads
The moment is free from old wounds while
In the museum the time-witnesses lament behind glass
Country:
Birds of passage cut swathes into the horizon
The wind drives sailplanes through the sea of clouds, which
rain pours rich harvest over the fields
The forest rises from the haze of time while
The fox is on a foray
River:
A glowing red sun falls behind the edge of the dike
Ships have long dragged themselves through the locks, whose
people anchor in a safe haven
The fishes breathe unimpressed the night
my river dips right into the heart
Doerthe Huth
This poem was published in a city-book by a local city association in Dorsten/ Germany in 2017.