Many

How many people write

how many people paint

how many draw and suffer

and create without numbers

How many are hoping and waiting

How many cease to be?

How many will manage and start?

to become and to appear

How many fall and remain lying?

How many are getting up again?

how many cower to get

and accept everything for it

How many people always post?

daily into the great flood

ghosting, shining, shimmering

in longing or anger

Where do they want to arrive?

In which kingdom, in which place

Where do they want to be?

with images and text alone

and inwardly - so forth

The media are exempt

of guilt and humanity

Some bloggers are alone

blocked behind a bill

Breathe, live, draw, write

blog for eyes and ears

a feast for the eyes

for beautiful lines

for we are born

to always share

And so I do not condemn

blogging or posts

But sometimes I look

for depth - entirely as a ghost

Bente Amlandt, January 23, 2026