Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Berries - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Wandering down
the path of our smile,
through our forest of
promises,
with Hawk looking down
and Wolf looking up,
I am stuffing myself
with berries,
as I always eat
when I am lonely.

When I come to the hollow tree
I step inside.
Could not resist,
and I rest a while.

When I reach our stream
the fishes are waiting
to give me a wave
and the smile that I need.

And the forest lights up
as if all suns were shining at once.
There you are,
and my heart,
if it didn't know you
would have fainted at this.
Me?
I long for a kiss.

As we tangled our arms
to be greeting each other
I briefly thought:
What I ever would do
if you weren't coming,
and you had gone away.
Then I killed that small floater
of thoughts.
And you looked at the colours,
a bluish red, purple
that the berries had left.
And with movements that only
my lovely
possesses
you lingered and kissed me-
I know that you don't
like a mess.


Comments about Berries by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Rookie Anong All (6/13/2005 2:56:00 PM)

    Very interesting feeling to your poem. Reminds me of times, l've spent in the woods. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2004

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2004


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