Vom Gehen

Tabitha Hanan

• Verlag: Books on Demand
• Jahr: 2021
• ISBN drucken: 9783753425382
• eBook-ISBN: 9783753418070
• Auflage: 2
• Thema: Literatur
• Thema: Poesie

"Vom Gehen" ist eine Sammlung unterschiedlichster Texte rund um das Thema Abschied und Trauer. Ob es um den Verlust von Menschen, Orten oder Dingen geht, dieses Büchlein geht allem auf den Grund. Mal locker leicht, mal mit aller Wucht.

The hole

I run my fingers across the edge.

It is rough and sharp and deep.

The black hole has no shape, it seems without end.

I didn’t see where it came from, it felt like it was just there,

as if it had always been there.

What is it for? Is it waiting to be filled?

Is there anything, anybody who fits?

It itches, it aches, it keeps me awake. It’s hard to find rest, the hole pulses through me.

I need to make this itching stop.

My eyes dart right and left, harassed by some unrest to quench.

And so I grab you, tell you to fit in

and once I see you don't quite do,

I take your legs and arms

and bend them and push you in and make you fit.

I take love and knead it together

until it seems to fill the hole.

I press it in, deeper and deeper,

but it’s not enough and I need to stuff in some more.

My hands frantically work and grab more

and more.

But
it is hopeless,
endless.

As a last resort I throw ropes across

the abyss and knit a net over the hole.

I put one foot on it to see whether it holds. It is bouncy and it feels good and miraculously holds my weight.

I put my other foot on. Slowly I sway.

Yes, this carries me.

Shakily I set a foot ahead and another.

In the middle of the hole I take a deep breath.

The air seems lighter here and I

stretch out to taste the sun.

Yet I can't reach it

and so I bounce up

a bit and again

a bit more.

Jumping

I notice that it is through my hole

that I draw nearer to the sun.

Ach Marie

Du und deine scheiß Marie Kondo

rufe ich dir nach.

Ich bücke mich, hol den

Weihnachtsstrumpf aus dem Müll

und klopfe ihn liebevoll ab.

Natürlich brauch ich ihn nicht mehr.

Na klar ist er alt und abgewetzt.

Wenn ich ihn wegschmeiße –

wie kann ich dann noch meine

Erinnerungen anfassen?

Der Strumpf lässt mich begreifen,

dass es mal eine andere Welt gab.

Warum muss er immer Freude auslösen,

reicht es nicht, wenn er eine Reliquie ist?

Ein heiliger Ort, an den ich pilgere,

wenn Sehnsucht mich treibt.

Denn ich will nicht wegwerfen,

was ich schon mal verloren habe.

Dear 29^th of November

Dear 29^th of November,

this letter is long overdue. I just couldn’t bring myself to address you. A lot of time has passed, yes, and still I vividly remember you standing there, smiling. It spoke of a bright and hopeful future and yet life has carried you elsewhere.

So much happened these past years that I would’ve loved to share with you. I’ve grown and deepened and all this time you didn’t. I guess so many of us are walking around with all this tim...

Inhaltsverzeichnis

• Motto
• Inhaltsverzeichnis
• Auf zu neuen Ufern
• Das Abschieds Gesicht
• Schutzwall
• Du sagst
• Zwei Trauern
• Die Wolke und du
• Innenleben
• The silenced
• Der rechte Rahmen
• The hole
• Ach Marie
• Dear 29th of November
• So sachte
• Drei Sätze
• Meer in mir
• Trauer ist sanft
• Danke
• Impressum