martes, 29 de abril de 2008

Friendly Enemy


An identified enemy
one should not fear the most.
Preventive measures could be taken.

A true enemy that harms you seriously
is the one that receives you with open arms.
Kisses your cheeks
meanwhile planning to harm and rob you.

jueves, 24 de abril de 2008

Fat Rats

Every day I put:
bread for the birds,
peanuts for the squirrels.
I leave nothing for the rats.
The food is for the birds and squirrels only!
But, why are the rats getting fatter?....



martes, 11 de marzo de 2008

Over and over again


One drop followed another.
They were running.
They wanted to touch the sun.
They forgot to hold hands and
disappeared in the air.
They became cold and
dropped back to earth,
where the race starts anew.


Maria Fischinger @ 2008

jueves, 6 de marzo de 2008

IN THE FOREST


Cradle of flowers and ferns,
Dressed with green mosses rest the old,
dead rotted trunks, full of life.
Close by stand white rocks dressed with green velvet moss,
serving as homes to many small creatures.
A stable changing pattern,
constantly mixing their substance and colors
on the canvas of life of the forest.

Maria Fischinger

lunes, 3 de marzo de 2008

A SYMPHONY IN HIGH GREEN


Today, the symphony in high green
mixed with white and blue tones
in the key of a radiant sun
was played in the hall of life.




It was followed by the musical duel between the chirping of birds
and the warble of the river.





The fresh breeze harmonized with the sensation of well being
and the constant renovation of life
throughout the centuries.

domingo, 24 de febrero de 2008

How sad!

Calm pristine waters
stained with red.
Feathers scattered
across the bay.
Mother duck and ducklings
laying all dead.
Shot by men
having a fun day
during
shooting season
this year.


Maria Fischinger

TO FIX THE WORLD

To fix the world...
it is an impossible task.
The ideal ephemeral and varied.
The pleasure of some,
the nightmare of others.
We are the products of our experience.
The same seed in some souls produces flowers
and thorns and thistles in others.
To improve the world.....
It is to wish to pin the sun in your lapel.
I am content to love everything I touch.