Tag Archives: Poetry

The Modern Jungle Of Diversity

13 Oct

You’ve said to me we failed

Failed in democracy

The modern jungle of diversity

It was too much for me

But what can we do

Ignoring my existence

As a vague presence of minority

Although, the price of tax

But have no right because of

Because of, despite

My house

My love

And family

Friendly neighbours who don’t judge over me

Schoolteachers who are fond of me

My feet on the ground

Walking in the footsteps

Of my ancestors

Who told me

Don’t be afraid

When times get rough

And this preach of injustice

Arrives at your kitchen

Open your eyes and door, and welcome me

Conquer the hate with love, and be proud of your humanity



Written by Corina Karstenberg © 2016


Portrait of Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

10 Dec

Emily Dickinson

Drawing made by Corina Karstenberg © 2013


She rose to His Requirement – dropt

The Playthings of Her Life

To take the honorable Work

Of Woman, and of Wife


If ought She missed in Her new Day,

Of Amplitude, or Awe

Or first Prospective – Or the Gold

In using, wear away,


It lay unmentioned – as the Sea

Develope Pearl, and Weed

But only to Himself – be known

The Fathoms they abide


Poem by Emily Dickinson written in 1924

Lorine Niedecker

20 Jul

2013-07-20-1264Drawing made by Corina Karstenberg ©


We must pull
the curtains—
we haven’t any

Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970)

! Jump ! cockroaches ! Jump !

31 May

They eat your thoughts away

and spit them around

as distracted images of false truth

Reality has fade away

in an empty space of loneliness

by misleading interpretations


Written by Corina Karstenberg © 2013

Almost eaten by reality

6 Jan

I walk with my head high up in the air

Every step I take, the force of gravity tries to catch me

Oh my suffering nature

Why are thou hiding deep down inside my body of language

Trying to push and push my face down and down under ground

To blind my eyes from reality

My troubled mind demands

Please, take me up and let me fly high in the sky

Free as a bird

Let me go by the wind

Any way…

Where ever…


Written by Corina

I felt like a Pony troubled with Grafitti

6 Jul

In my Mind

Colourful Thoughts

Confusing my Senses


Written by Corina Karstenberg ©

Time is the substance I am made of

27 May

Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river

It is a tiger which devours me, but I am the tiger

It is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire

Jorge Luis Borges

You are so Dutch

14 Jan


What a spiritual weather today

My wooden clogs at the backdoor
My headscarf on the peg

I feel so confused


Wat een geestelijk weer vandaag

Mijn klompen bij de achterdeur
Mijn hoofddoek aan de kapstok

Ik voel mij zo verward


© Corina Karstenberg