... your poet anonymous
I am a word-thief. People's conversations on a bus,
train, plane wherever are not safe from me. I
steal whole sentences or just one precious
word either in English or German. Then I take
them home to my collection.
There they breed and finally hatch, all
different: happy, sad, nasty, thoughtful,
confused, loving, hateful, laughing,crying, all
with connections of their own.
Mind you, I always give them back, in a new
dress, suit or stark naked because I am an
honest thief. Hoarding them is not
healthy.They need to breathe and circulate,
testing their reaction on others.
However, once they have left home, they
have to fight their own battles.
I hope you will like my word-collection...
With love, alfa, your poet anonymous
