this quiet dread
it shook me deep
and seeps through stone
and blood and need
this quiet time
that clings to me
demands mundane
and art and laughter
it nudges at
my necks numb base
and tells me there is suffering
quiet, quiet sorrow
I am a traveller more than all
most of all I run
from and to
and up and down
from responsibility
and irresponsibility
I try to help
sometimes I fail
it weighs on me
you couldn’t tell
some call me God
I disagree
existence is a curse to me
I’ve lived far longer than I should
and fear I ultimately would
become what I’ve been running from
and what I started fighting
Such long, long time ago
2020 wurden die Young Poems von Birgit Kreipe angeleitet. Während vier Workshop-Terminen entstanden junge Poesie und Gespräche über Sprachbilder, Perspektiven und poetische Recherche – teils vor Ort im Haus für Poesie, teils digital.
Projektleitung: Karla Montasser
Die Poetische Bildung des 21. poesiefestival berlin wird freundlich unterstützt von RITTER SPORT.