Gerhard Oevermann 🐦⬛
@oevermann.bsky.social
Poetry brings clarity to my divergent mind. GenX Hippie Liberal. Navy Veteran. Dogs, Cats, & Cockatoos 🏳️🌈 🇩🇪 🇺🇸 LGBTQ+
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Pinned
nothing stays clean
not the sky
not the mind
still
morning comes
like a drunk
who’s learned to whisper
not the sky
not the mind
still
morning comes
like a drunk
who’s learned to whisper
November 11, 2025 at 2:35 PM
nothing stays clean
not the sky
not the mind
still
morning comes
like a drunk
who’s learned to whisper
not the sky
not the mind
still
morning comes
like a drunk
who’s learned to whisper
I watch the light fall
across the unwashed dishes
it doesn’t care
that’s its kindness
I raise my glass
to the indifferent day
to beauty
that never once
asked for witnesses
#poetry
across the unwashed dishes
it doesn’t care
that’s its kindness
I raise my glass
to the indifferent day
to beauty
that never once
asked for witnesses
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 2:34 PM
I watch the light fall
across the unwashed dishes
it doesn’t care
that’s its kindness
I raise my glass
to the indifferent day
to beauty
that never once
asked for witnesses
#poetry
across the unwashed dishes
it doesn’t care
that’s its kindness
I raise my glass
to the indifferent day
to beauty
that never once
asked for witnesses
#poetry
the world keeps on
cats stretch in alley
trash dances in wind
Merwin would find meaning
Bukowski would find a beer
I stand between them
holding the moment
like a cracked cup
#poetry
cats stretch in alley
trash dances in wind
Merwin would find meaning
Bukowski would find a beer
I stand between them
holding the moment
like a cracked cup
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 2:32 PM
the world keeps on
cats stretch in alley
trash dances in wind
Merwin would find meaning
Bukowski would find a beer
I stand between them
holding the moment
like a cracked cup
#poetry
cats stretch in alley
trash dances in wind
Merwin would find meaning
Bukowski would find a beer
I stand between them
holding the moment
like a cracked cup
#poetry
November 11, 2025 at 12:03 AM
I don’t need more
I need less that matters
one good friend
a door that opens
a reason to sleep
a reason to wake
I need less that matters
one good friend
a door that opens
a reason to sleep
a reason to wake
November 10, 2025 at 11:14 PM
I don’t need more
I need less that matters
one good friend
a door that opens
a reason to sleep
a reason to wake
I need less that matters
one good friend
a door that opens
a reason to sleep
a reason to wake
I don’t pray
I just nod
at the sun coming up
the pigeons hustling crumbs
and call that enough
religion for one day
I just nod
at the sun coming up
the pigeons hustling crumbs
and call that enough
religion for one day
November 10, 2025 at 2:40 PM
I don’t pray
I just nod
at the sun coming up
the pigeons hustling crumbs
and call that enough
religion for one day
I just nod
at the sun coming up
the pigeons hustling crumbs
and call that enough
religion for one day
I talk to the rain
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
November 10, 2025 at 2:38 PM
I talk to the rain
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
like it owes me something
it doesn’t
it just keeps falling
no judgment
no receipt
just the clean indifference
I wish I could learn
I’d say I’ve changed
but really
I’ve just worn down
to the truth
that was waiting
underneath
but really
I’ve just worn down
to the truth
that was waiting
underneath
November 10, 2025 at 2:33 PM
I’d say I’ve changed
but really
I’ve just worn down
to the truth
that was waiting
underneath
but really
I’ve just worn down
to the truth
that was waiting
underneath
I thought survival
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
November 10, 2025 at 2:28 PM
I thought survival
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
meant staying alive
turns out
it’s learning
to laugh
when nothing’s funny
I’m giving up searching
for the right words
they’ve been out drinking
with the wrong ones
and come home
without remorse
for the right words
they’ve been out drinking
with the wrong ones
and come home
without remorse
November 9, 2025 at 6:12 PM
I’m giving up searching
for the right words
they’ve been out drinking
with the wrong ones
and come home
without remorse
for the right words
they’ve been out drinking
with the wrong ones
and come home
without remorse
if I ever disappear
don’t look for a message
look for a trail
of coffee cups
half-finished poems
and a single shoe
pointing home
don’t look for a message
look for a trail
of coffee cups
half-finished poems
and a single shoe
pointing home
November 9, 2025 at 5:56 PM
if I ever disappear
don’t look for a message
look for a trail
of coffee cups
half-finished poems
and a single shoe
pointing home
don’t look for a message
look for a trail
of coffee cups
half-finished poems
and a single shoe
pointing home
if there’s a god
he’s quiet
the kind who leaves notes
on napkins
or speaks
only when
we’ve stopped talking
he’s quiet
the kind who leaves notes
on napkins
or speaks
only when
we’ve stopped talking
November 9, 2025 at 5:50 PM
if there’s a god
he’s quiet
the kind who leaves notes
on napkins
or speaks
only when
we’ve stopped talking
he’s quiet
the kind who leaves notes
on napkins
or speaks
only when
we’ve stopped talking
I don’t trust endings
they always come back
in disguise
a sunrise
a hangover
a door left ajar
they always come back
in disguise
a sunrise
a hangover
a door left ajar
November 9, 2025 at 5:42 PM
I don’t trust endings
they always come back
in disguise
a sunrise
a hangover
a door left ajar
they always come back
in disguise
a sunrise
a hangover
a door left ajar
this morning
a traffic cone bloomed
in front of my house
in the middle of the street
bright, absurd, alive
a traffic cone bloomed
in front of my house
in the middle of the street
bright, absurd, alive
November 8, 2025 at 4:16 PM
this morning
a traffic cone bloomed
in front of my house
in the middle of the street
bright, absurd, alive
a traffic cone bloomed
in front of my house
in the middle of the street
bright, absurd, alive
The Small God
how strange,
to feel forgiven
in a world
that burns
yet
forgiveness lives
in the smallest gestures
a fist unclenched
a word unsaid
a gaze that lingers
but does not wound
no altar needed
only breath
and the courage
to keep going
#poetry
how strange,
to feel forgiven
in a world
that burns
yet
forgiveness lives
in the smallest gestures
a fist unclenched
a word unsaid
a gaze that lingers
but does not wound
no altar needed
only breath
and the courage
to keep going
#poetry
Max Richter, Mari Samuelsen - Mercy (Official Video)
YouTube video by MaxRichterVEVO
youtu.be
November 6, 2025 at 8:41 PM
The Small God
how strange,
to feel forgiven
in a world
that burns
yet
forgiveness lives
in the smallest gestures
a fist unclenched
a word unsaid
a gaze that lingers
but does not wound
no altar needed
only breath
and the courage
to keep going
#poetry
how strange,
to feel forgiven
in a world
that burns
yet
forgiveness lives
in the smallest gestures
a fist unclenched
a word unsaid
a gaze that lingers
but does not wound
no altar needed
only breath
and the courage
to keep going
#poetry
For Whoever Finds This
if anyone finds this
know that silence came last
and it was beautiful
we returned everything in time
our bones
our words
our small astonishments
please
let the whales keep singing
they were always closer to God
#poetry
if anyone finds this
know that silence came last
and it was beautiful
we returned everything in time
our bones
our words
our small astonishments
please
let the whales keep singing
they were always closer to God
#poetry
Yann Tiersen - Summer 78 (from the soundtrack Goodbye Lenin!)
YouTube video by Riccardo Pes
youtu.be
November 6, 2025 at 2:34 PM
For Whoever Finds This
if anyone finds this
know that silence came last
and it was beautiful
we returned everything in time
our bones
our words
our small astonishments
please
let the whales keep singing
they were always closer to God
#poetry
if anyone finds this
know that silence came last
and it was beautiful
we returned everything in time
our bones
our words
our small astonishments
please
let the whales keep singing
they were always closer to God
#poetry
Perihelion
we draw close
only to burn brighter
for a moment
not for the warmth
but to know
we were capable of it
every life
leans toward the sun
and every light
has its shadow
all that we are
is always returning
the heat
the motion
the brief astonishment
of form
#poetry
we draw close
only to burn brighter
for a moment
not for the warmth
but to know
we were capable of it
every life
leans toward the sun
and every light
has its shadow
all that we are
is always returning
the heat
the motion
the brief astonishment
of form
#poetry
Richter: Perihelion
YouTube video by Max Richter - Topic
youtu.be
November 6, 2025 at 3:46 AM
Perihelion
we draw close
only to burn brighter
for a moment
not for the warmth
but to know
we were capable of it
every life
leans toward the sun
and every light
has its shadow
all that we are
is always returning
the heat
the motion
the brief astonishment
of form
#poetry
we draw close
only to burn brighter
for a moment
not for the warmth
but to know
we were capable of it
every life
leans toward the sun
and every light
has its shadow
all that we are
is always returning
the heat
the motion
the brief astonishment
of form
#poetry
Before the World Decides
the sky today is undecided
half grief, half mercy
I walk through the morning
as if it were my own
each step a quiet vote
for staying
each silence
a kind of prayer
without a god
to hear it
#poetry
the sky today is undecided
half grief, half mercy
I walk through the morning
as if it were my own
each step a quiet vote
for staying
each silence
a kind of prayer
without a god
to hear it
#poetry
Mari Samuelsen – Max Richter: November (Live from the Forbidden City, Beijing / 2018)
YouTube video by Deutsche Grammophon - DG
youtu.be
November 5, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Before the World Decides
the sky today is undecided
half grief, half mercy
I walk through the morning
as if it were my own
each step a quiet vote
for staying
each silence
a kind of prayer
without a god
to hear it
#poetry
the sky today is undecided
half grief, half mercy
I walk through the morning
as if it were my own
each step a quiet vote
for staying
each silence
a kind of prayer
without a god
to hear it
#poetry
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November 2, 2025 at 2:41 PM
appomattox at dawn
boots dark with dew
the same heron from yesterday
lifts once
years move past this bend
not lost
just carried thinner
beyond our reach
we stop at the willow
trace the old scar
and I think we’ve kept some of what was given
not all
enough to know
we are still being shaped
#poetry
boots dark with dew
the same heron from yesterday
lifts once
years move past this bend
not lost
just carried thinner
beyond our reach
we stop at the willow
trace the old scar
and I think we’ve kept some of what was given
not all
enough to know
we are still being shaped
#poetry
November 1, 2025 at 7:01 PM
appomattox at dawn
boots dark with dew
the same heron from yesterday
lifts once
years move past this bend
not lost
just carried thinner
beyond our reach
we stop at the willow
trace the old scar
and I think we’ve kept some of what was given
not all
enough to know
we are still being shaped
#poetry
boots dark with dew
the same heron from yesterday
lifts once
years move past this bend
not lost
just carried thinner
beyond our reach
we stop at the willow
trace the old scar
and I think we’ve kept some of what was given
not all
enough to know
we are still being shaped
#poetry