Disconnection
Disconnection

Disconnected,
heavily defended,
I avoid you
when I pass you in the street,
our eyes don’t meet,
like empty shuttles
they seem to be travelling nowhere.

Disconnected,
heavily defended,
I hear the music play but don’t take time to listen,
see war scenes on TV but don’t take them in,
judge and
blame others.
I hurt the people closest to me.

Disconnected,
heavily defended,
my eyes are staring into space,
truth is not grasped,
beauty remains unseen,
I rush from one thing to the next,
life is just a word.

Disconnected,
heavily defended,
over my head,
I hear singing in the air.
There must be a God,
There must be a God,
There must be a God somewhere.

2003

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Poems chosen from an anthology of poems called ‘For Crying Out Loud – Voice of an Exile’, published early 2016.

Bettina

Bettina John von Freyend-Peterseil was born at the end of the 2nd World War in Germany. She exiled herself early on, travelling the world, never able to settle anywhere for long. She now lives in the West of Ireland, where she and her husband built their home, raised their children and tended the land. She has been teaching, writing and in the past 15 years creating her collage work.

The poetry compilation ‘For Crying Out Loud- voice of an exile’ comes at a time when globally people are forced to move on a large scale. Bettina offers a personal account of the mindset of a self imposed exile. She reveals her disconnection and her longing to belong mirroring a world also steeped in separation.

Ouevre

There is a time

Poetry by Bettina

There is a time to hang on and a time to let go. Now is the letting go time, the ending time, leaving the shore time, handing over my will...
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Still children seeking their way home

Poetry by Bettina

We are grown people we claim. To prove it our lips form a tight line, our faces show wrinkles which remind us of years of living, striving, surviving, crying after...
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Lakishma 2

Poetry by Bettina

I have grown old and tired. My hair turned white over years of longing and reaching for Lakishma. I have looked for Lakishma around every corner and beneath every stone....
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Anthology

The Cow

Poetry by Knute Skinner

There’s a white cow standing upon the hill, surely the whitest cow I shall ever see. As usual with cows she is eating grass. Nothing strange about that, except that...
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My longing has many faces

Poetry by Maura Horkan

The sad one who feels it can never be and cries big salty tears into the garden The other one who moves slowly around the many tasks to be done...
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पंछियों की एक कतार

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

पंछियों की एक कतार, क्षितिज से उभरी, क्षितिज में खो गई बस एक पल में चित्त की सारी मलिनता धो गई
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