Kategorie: Ilona Lay’s Poetry Planet

  • Ilona Lay: Prayer to Nobody

    Ilona Lay: Prayer to Nobody

    The question of whether or not God exists is, in essence, blasphemous. For it implies that human beings, with their limited intellect and imagination, can comprehend a form of being that, by its very nature, eludes them. Prayer to Nobody Even if You existed, Lord –I would not believe in…

  • In the Storm Surge of War

    In the Storm Surge of War

    In war, individual lives are drowned in a sea of numbers: in statistics on troop strength and fallen soldiers, „civilian casualties“ and „collateral damage“. Human beings are reduced to fuel for the fire of war and thus deprived of their dignity. In the Storm Surge of War He was your…

  • Autumn Song

    Autumn Song

    Autumn speaks of transience and loss – yet it also invites us to turn to the inner world. After months in which the outside world has dominated our attention, looking inwards can sharpen our sense for other, less tangible truths. Autumn Song Bales of straw lie scatteredacross the battlefield of…

  • The Raven

    The Raven

    Borders and border fences seem perfectly normal to us. However, if we look at them through the eyes of another species, the picture looks quite different. Then the absurdity of the national fervour with which borders are defended in the human world suddenly becomes apparent. The Raven From the top…

  • A Golden Bridge

    A Golden Bridge

    There is something Janus-like about the light of late summer: it speaks of both the fading summer and the approaching autumn; of decay and loss as well as of the harvest and the eternal return of life. A Golden Bridge Whispering of winter, August clouds frame the sky.Descending, they shatter…

  • Ilona Lay: The Underachiever

    Ilona Lay: The Underachiever

    Discussions about a „child-centred approach to education“ date back to the 19th century. Nevertheless, even today, teaching often tends to follow the principle of a performance-oriented selection process, in which more sensitive pupils fall by the wayside. The Underachiever Enclosed by yawning clocks,he crouches his way through the morning maze.His…