All my Howling Days are Quiet

All my Howling Days are Quiet

Peter Wyss

Copyright

Copyright © 2019 Peter Wyss

Cover art by Bjørg-Elise Tuppen

Diet and Excess

I am

your diet

You are

my excess

Love Letters to the Moon

I surrender

to your

bleak beauty

your gravity

tears my

heart apart

The moonlight

is a language

written on the

thin paper of

the night

for all the words

reason will never

grasp

Moonlit mushrooms

convey significance

like silver letters

growing in the night

It was full moon in her again

and she touched him with

phosphorizing light

The moon was

in her eyes

and he couldn't

look away

I keep forgetting things

but I will never forget when

you leaned your bleak light

over me and showed me your

dark side

Nothing disappears

everything is replaced

even you

that's what the moon

told me

What made her

so beautiful

was the presence

of the moon

I thought you wouldn't come

along but you did

we went deep into

the night

through all the landscapes

of whom we once were

just to see the moonlight

shiver in the grass

and whisper silver

words

I wonder

does the moon

touch you as gently

as it touches

the morning dew

or does it stab

your heart

from behind

Lost and Found

Lost souls

long to be

found

Found souls

long to be

lost

Unsolved Puzzles

The landscapes

of longing

are puzzles

which I cannot

solve

Proverbs of a Lethargic Wanderer

The grass whispers

to my feet

the leaves sing

to my hands

lost again

in autumn

It seems

I have been walking too long

without making a single step

forward

My wishes

are tired

my feet

hurt

twilight

approaches

Somewhere

along the way

I lost myself

I wonder if

this self

is looking

for me

Wildly Blooming

Life blooms

so wildly

outside

your fence

Confessions of a Fisherman

I see the silence

of the sea in the eyes

of every fish which gazes

upon me in terror and fright

My mind wandering

over the surface of

the sea trying to find

the entrance

Blue

as a blue fish

in the blue waters

below the deep blue sky

is my mood

In the depth

of a bottle of scotch

the most curious fish

swim

Memoirs of a Fallen Social Media Star

Unliked, unfollowed

unfriended, lost in

the terrifying abyss

of non-existence

Being an influencer

reduced me to an image

of someone I never was

my eternal fame based

on videos that vanish

within a day

First I followed

myself in secret

then I blocked

myself

in the end I was

found by everybody

but me

I lived two lifes

one digital, one real

and I believed there

were two of me until

I realized I was either

digitally real or

really digitalized

I was a ghost

followed by ghosts

in a ghost world

Ways of Looking at Hope

Hope is

the fragility

of the evening

Hope is

a terrible illness

hope is

a fantastic cure

Hope is

a fish on fire

deep down

in the ocean

Hope is

a swim

in the desert

Hope is

to be blessed with a curse

hope is

to be cursed with a blessing

Hope is

you when

despair

is me

Hope is

what makes you get up

when you live all alone

at the end of the world

and think all hope is lost

Hope is

when

indifference

cries

tears

of joy

Hope is

a blackbird singing

so deep into night

that the dreams

stop and listen

Short Poems in Remembrance of Sylvia Plath

(American poet, 1932 - 1963) Fire in your thoughts rain in your heart

I wonder

if the only place

your mind found rest

was in your

poems

Words grew

in your

eyes

and you

couldn't

stop it

No black

heart

just wishes

gone wild

in search

of you

Short Poems in Remembrance of Paul Celan

(Romanian poet, 1920 - 1970) You never let me in when I came to visit I waited outside in your rain

I came

with all I

had of analytic

skills but I couldn't

even scratch your

surface

I

stumble

between

your

words

In the beginning

everything you

touched turned

into a poem

you wore

life as a

splendid

suit

A Heart within Spring

A heart

within two naked trees

Two trees

within a naked heart

A cry of a peacock

within winter

A winter within

the cry of a peacock

A robin

flying into spring

Spring

flying into a robin

Diary of a Vampire

Monday

I met a girl

I drank of her blood

Tuesday

I stared at the moon all night

the moon stared at me all night

it rained silver

Wednesday

as I returned to drink of her blood

the girl embraced me

Thursday

moonlight shivered in my bones

my heart howled

Friday

the girl wouldn't allow me to stop drinking

I drank and drank and drank

Saturday

moon fever, fever moon

my hands are rainy hunger

my heart is beating bleeding moonlight

Sunday

the girl is pale and sick

she barely recognizes me

I whisper her name, I let her drink of me

she can't stop drinking

Moon, I whisper, my moon

Open

Open me

with you

Lost in You

I got lost

in you

You got

lost in me

That's how

we found

each other