All my Howling Days are Quiet

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Diet and Excess

Love Letters to the Moon

Lost and Found

Unsolved Puzzles

Proverbs of a Lethargic Wanderer

Wildly Blooming

Confessions of a Fisherman

Memoirs of a Fallen Social Media Star

Ways of Looking at Hope

Short Poems in Remembrance of Sylvia Plath

Short Poems in Remembrance of Paul Celan

A Heart within Spring

Diary of a Vampire

Open

Lost in You

Forgiveness

Stronger Together

Moon Meat

The Dreams I Dream

Out of Reach

Journal of Unkept Promises

Weekend Wounds

The Wilderness

If the Rain had Words

Strange Root

All our Unremembered Days

Quiet Days

They

Value of Love

Melancholy

Questions

Sheltered Silence

The Lamp

Directions

The Education of the Heart

Search and Found

Poetics of a Fugitive

Reach out for yourself

Same and Different

Unprepared

The Story of Us

The Plan and the Puzzle

The Silence in the Wind

Dreams

Indecisiveness

Flaws

Introvert

On Happiness and Sorrow

The Window and the Door

What I have Lost

Half of Me

Do You Know

Recipes on Happiness

Mr Takeshi's Thoughts on the Unbalanced Life

Mr Baku's Proverbs on Wandering without Aim

Childhood Days Gone

Climbing

(In)significance

I Wonder

(In)dependence

Life of K

Seventeen

Language of the Moon

The House of Spleen

Words on the Wordless

Surreal Days

The 13th Month

Didn’t

The Rain

Surprises

Moon Men

Half Life

Strangeness

Rain Bloom

Daydreaming

Betrayed and Abandoned

Hope

Sometimes

Un

Present Gone

The Lake

Nothing

Writing

Ambushed

Volumes of Poetry

This Heart

Change

Keys

Melancholia

Sayings of the Wind

Bliss of Being

The Smile

Walk Like a Leaf on Fire

The Wind

Silence

On Writing

Ghost Rivers

A Withered Song

Story of a Leaf

The Novel of You

Unhappen

The Never Been

Our Rain

Coffee

Your Hopes Wander on the Moon

Bent

Tree of Life

On Melancholia

Proverbs of an Unknown

The Gift

Life Paradox

Your Smile

On Writing Poems

The (Un)expected

Moods

Werewolf

Being Spring

Sorrow Wants

My Days

Snow

Lush Life

Written with Water

Words Arising

Parenthesis of Happiness

The I

On (Un)doing

Mondays

Everything Loved

The Moon Birds

Night Wounds

Be There

Blurred

Waiting

To a Shadow

Unwanted Words

Distance

Time

Simple Life

Failure

Howl

Cherry Trees

Blossoming

The Tides of a Week

Burn

Moon

Architecture of a Heart

Sayings on Happiness by Abn el Reubi

Oh Blue

Opened

Meditations of a Komuso Monk

Panic Days

Creation

Tea

Summer Evening

On Fire

A Poem Should

It

Silence Talks

Water Lilies

Death

Wither

Two

Between Words

Absence

Breakfast

Poison

Difference

Preferences

Ghost Hands

The Unsaid

Separate Ways

Storm

Well Being

Turn On

Changes

Madness

Questions & Answers

White

Acknowledgments

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

Forgiveness

The moment
in which
you