Thursday, December 29, 2011

Lightyears Away

by Ingrid Prohaska

"Falling Stars" Mihaly Zichy
Sometimes I wonder
why a person like me
can be so sad.

And then I wonder
why people hurt each other
and why they hurt me.

once very close
and still they are
deeply connected
in a certain way.

Near me
but unfortunately
lightyears away.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Monday, December 12, 2011


by Ingrid Prohaska
"Jacob's Ladder" William Blake

I see myself
moving on a helix
from the bottom to the top

Unfinished matters
I meet
again and again
just seen with more distance

I guess that's the plot.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Saturday, November 19, 2011


by Ingrid Prohaska

... and with a smirk
he ran a knife into her dream.

"Ulysses' Dream" Nicolae Vermont
Her images flew out of their frame
drop by drop
they fell to the ground
to build an unformed puddle
still undefined
not yet comprehensible
just to be felt
and strong enough
to be a recreated lodestar in her life.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Thursday, October 13, 2011

Final Act

by Ingrid Prohaska

His eyes were closed
he couldn't see her beauty
His ears were plugged
he couldn't hear her melody
"La Blanchisseuse"
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
His wings were clipped
he couldn't join her dreams
He hurt himself
and so he hurt her
he damned himself to a mediocre life

She opened her eyes
and had to see
that she filled her love in holey bags
She unplugged her ears
and had to hear
shallow rehearsed phrases
She healed her clipped wings
was ready to fly
but going to drown in her own tears

With her last entry
she had her exit to the right
silently she closed the door

Time for the final curtain

She let him in the spotlight
with the applause of the crowd

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Scene at the Edge

by Ingrid Prohaska

"Still Life with a Dead Peacock", Jan Weenix
I stood at the edge quite a long time
and couldn't see an answer.

Finally I did
what should be done
I pushed my dream into the abyss.

I felt relieved
for a few moments
till emptiness replaced my dream.

"What for?" I said
"The heck with it!"

And did one step.

The right one
or just one too much.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Fall

a dark poem
by Ingrid Prohaska

"The Triumph of Death" (Detail)
Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Dark sides
dark impressions
dark poetry

I feel that I fall
and I fall
I fall

Hands are reaching out for me
offer me their help
but when I try to take them
I have to see
these hands are bones
of dead
or undead
I feel the cold
and I'm scared

So I fall deeper
and deeper
into a universe
where the sun doesn't shine
and no flower can bloom
where tears freeze into sharp stones

An unknown land
without any light
where one can't see
and hardly breathe
dark feelings are stronger than ever

My inside cries

But in my scream
there hang the words
for me to hear

I will survive!

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Wednesday, August 24, 2011


by Ingrid Prohaska

"Still life with Frog" Georg Flegel
It is said:
There are two sides to every coin.

It's just:
Sometimes it takes me awhile to figure out how to turn the damn coin around.


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

No Wonder

by Ingrid Prohaska

Standing at the edge of the abyss
staring at my goody two shoes

a field of thirsty years behind me
with the constant effort not to fall

wonder I
if I'm ready to fly.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Anger tried to kill Humor.
Finally Humor said, "That's a joke, isn't it?"

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Broken Mirror

by Ingrid Prohaska

"The Broken Mirror"
Jean-Baptiste Greuze
The mirror broken
a smash on my soul
a chapter closed

Scars on my face
a tear
just one
the last one

Then she turned into stone.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Saturday, July 2, 2011

Part of this Living Meadow

by Ingrid Prohaska
"The Garden in Flower" Claude Oscar Monet

I'm not a rose
nor am I a daisy
I'm not a tulip
nor am I an aster
you can not see me
but I am here
part of this living meadow

I'm not tall
nor do I have a special scent
my color is undefined
and I'm even not sure
if there is a tribe for me
but I am here
part of this living meadow

You don't see me
and you won't miss me
but I am here.
And I want to bloom
with all my power
till the moment I die
to make this place
a beautiful one
because I want to be
part of a living meadow

My name?
Hm, I'm not sure
if there is a name for me
I usually say
well, it's just me
with the strong wish to be
part of a living meadow

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Saturday, June 18, 2011

Dance of the Words (video edition)

written and read by Ingrid Prohaska

Just an addition to my latest poetry lines - the reading.
Please enjoy!

Thank you for listening!


Friday, June 17, 2011

The Giant and his Destiny (video edition)

a story reading by Ingrid Prohaska

I hope you'll like it!

Thank you for listening!


Friday, June 10, 2011

Dance of the Words

"Dance in the City"
 Pierre-Auguste Renoir
by Ingrid Prohaska

When feelings are playing a melody
words come to ask for a dance with me
phrases are easily put together
the rhythm I tell you couldn't be better
in major or minor sounds the band
the words flow eagerly out of my hand
all the steps of this pen dance accord
a smile or a tear joins the final chord.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

Thursday, June 2, 2011

In vino veritas

by Ingrid Prohaska

"In vino veritas," she said,
led the glass of white wine to her lips,
sipped at the fermented juice,
then she put the glass back on the table and added,
"Let's speak the truth."

"Whose truth?" her mirror replied.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Monday, May 9, 2011


by Ingrid Prohaska

"Nightmare" Johann Heinrich F├╝ssli
I feel locked in
locked in in myself

A voice with the desire to sing
sings within myself
sounds more like a cry
a cry echoing inside the body

The waves of the sound
can't leave the body
hit against the shell
again and again
can not break through it

The fear of an airless room outside
where the voice can not be heard
inside a painful pounding of thoughts
words are crossing each other
disturbing each other

The room is too small
my thoughts can not work
can't develop themselves
not even complete themselves
are going to be crazy

A valve
where is the valve
here it is
but it is closed
blocked with a plug
a plug of  - "do not tell"

A sudden awakening

A trembling hand
reached for the pen
and wrote down these lines.

The valve is open,
she smiled.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Thursday, April 28, 2011

My Peek at Heaven (video edition)

a story reading by Ingrid Prohaska

I hope you'll enjoy it!


Sunday, April 24, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Friday, April 8, 2011

With Brush and Palette

by Ingrid Prohaska

With brush and palette
I move through my life
paint freckles on the ground
intensive colors
lights and shadows
well, ev'ry moment counts.

I paint with love
with passion and with joy
in my way and the best way
I can paint.

'Cause when my final hour strikes
I like to see
a wonderful picture at the end.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Monday, April 4, 2011

My Peek at Heaven

by Ingrid Prohaska

I had an odd dream some time ago. It was a time when life was rocking me through troublesome water.


I was dead and so I knocked on heavens door.

Saint Peter opened and said, “Welcome to heaven. Who are you?”

I cleared my throat and answered respectfully, “Well, it’s just me.”

Saint Peter opened his book, looked inside, he turned the pages backwards and forwards several times.

Then he looked up and frowned, “It’s not your time yet,” he looked straight into my eyes and continued, “and the person I see has never been you.”

Cold showers were running over my back, then I said very meekly, “I know you’re right, but I also know I was very close to myself several times,” I showed him all the scars on my soul from the fights of trying to be myself, “but I’m afraid I failed every time.”

I fell on my knees, my heart was that heavy, and I begged, “Please, let me in, I’m tired. I beg you, let me see paradise.”

Saint Peter was silent for a while. Then he held out his right hand for me to take, and helped me to my feet again, “Alright, come in, but just for a few moments.”

We walked through the door and I saw that bright light. I felt comfortable warmth, like a sunbath on a gorgeous day in spring. I saw the people there and I could feel their happiness.

Saint Peter still on my side turned his head towards me and whispered, “I give you a hint. Try to catch the feeling. Then you have to go back.”


The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face, I was still feeling the warmth. No troubles, no worries on my mind. My heart was beating the rhythm of joy and it was as light as never before.

I got up and went to the bathroom, humming a little melody. I looked into the mirror. The feeling I could capture last night was still alive. I looked deep into my eyes, they were as bright as never before.

“That’s it! - Saint Peter I thank you. The next time we see each other, you’ll actually meet me.”


Now whenever I pass a mirror I’m going to see if the brightness is still here. And as soon as the sky of my little world is getting cloudy, when troubles seem to depress me, so that I can’t breathe freely anymore, I grab that feeling out of the treasure of my memories, and I have to smile immediately. I know again what actually is important in my life and what my next step will be.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Sunday, March 13, 2011


by Ingrid Prohaska

a soul
a body
child and adult at the same time
innocent again and already guilty
still feeling the warmth, the trust
but already confronted with the lie
fragile and strong
learning again what I was already taught
in a wrong way
or was it the right one?
Questioning every reaction
Learn how to move
in little steps
not yet able to run
but I should already
should I?
Knowing exactly how to handle the body
helpless to handle the soul in a right way
but I know how
do I?
Still feeling the warmth of the blanket
how long can I keep this feeling
in the cold and windy outside?
The protecting coat of love blown away
by duties, manipulation and fear

I'm feeling dizzy
how long can I stand this time?

Forcing the soul is hurting the body
What has started so full of hope
lies here
broken in pieces again
only the desire to live is still alive.

Existing instead of living
please don't tell me
that this is the price.

Is there a deadline
on my second chance?
The time can not be right
haunted and chased
will make me fail again.

I can not win
the fight against your clock
I know
I can never ever be on time
in my second chance.

But when I close my eyes
I still see
how beautiful my life could be.
And so I do keep moving
maybe just because I want to know
if there is a chance for me
a chance for a life
wonderful like a dance.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

Saturday, March 5, 2011

At All Times

by Ingrid Prohaska

On my walk through the alleys of graves
I lose the feeling of time

Present, past and future meet each other
shaking hands
being friends

a flower
a candle light
a peaceful time

a smile
a soul
an eternal life-time

and a bird is singing its melody
without caring about what will be

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Friday, March 4, 2011


by Ingrid Prohaska

Sometimes I run so fast
that my shadow can not follow

But then
in a split second
I'm scared about my speed
and stumble upon a doubt

My heavy shadow catches up with me
and I'm the former self again

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Saturday, February 26, 2011


by Ingrid Prohaska

You can hurt me once
you can hurt me twice
you can hurt me several times
I do not count
the beats of my heavy heart

But one day
I know it for sure
I will miss my laughter
and this moment
I will not ignore
and silently
I will close the door
to myself
for you

And I won't feel alone anymore.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Monday, February 21, 2011

About my Watch

by Ingrid Prohaska

I had these time-problems for years.

Every day I had a lot of things to do, even on weekends I had to manage meetings with friends and family, to manage attendances to events and happenings, and had to work up the things I couldn't do during the week.

I tried this time-management, I created to-do-lists; I gave every thing I had to do a date and fixed how long it should take me to do it; I put the things in order of importance; I created a list of near, middle-distanced and far goals.

I really tried hard to organize my time and so my watch became the most important tool in my life.
But years passed by and I had to notice that I wasn’t able to reach my goals. I felt impatient and under pressure. I couldn’t say that my situation was going to be better. I felt sick; I had problems with my health.
I went to a doctor. He advised me to reduce stress, to eat regularly and enough, to do sports, perhaps to attend a course to learn some meditation, to find a hobby which was able to relax me.
So, I had this to-do-list of things that should bring me down. But – I wasn’t able to say “No” to me boss, and that made it impossible to eat regularly and enough, and I couldn’t become friend with doing sports, and I had no time to attend a course to learn some meditation, and no idea what kind of hobby was able to relax me. And so my state of health became worse.

One day my watch stopped working and stood still. And because I really needed my watch I went into the next watch-maker’s-shop. An old man asked me what he could do for me. I gave him my watch and explained that this situation had emergent character; - I really wasn’t able to live without my watch.

This man was so calm and moved so slowly that I really had doubts if he could understand the importance of a working watch. I really had troubles not to become nervous and impatient with him. But he - still calm - smiled at me, promised to have a look at my watch, took my watch and went into the backroom.

And for me started the worst thing that I could imagine. Waiting. Waiting that my watch got ready. I couldn’t stand waiting even for a few minutes. It always caused the feeling of losing time.

So, while I was waiting I looked around in his shop. And with displeasure I noticed that every clock in his shop showed another time. A feeling that I could have done a mistake to give him my watch arose. I really thought about taking my watch away from this man and leaving this shop immediately.

In that moment he came back.

“Your watch is working again,” he said still smiling, “Shall I give it the right time?” he asked politely.

“Of course!” I answered impatiently, wondering what time he would give my watch. “And by the way,” I continued grinning at him superiorly, “all your clocks work wrong! Every one has a different time.” After my last word I felt sorry about my remark, just because I thought listening to his answer would be just more wasted time.

“The times are right,” he said still calm, “These are all repaired watches just waiting for their owners.”

“I don’t understand,” I answered - suddenly somehow interested in his explanations.

“It is very simple,” he told me, “Every human has his own feeling of time. These are internal clocks. When they are working as they should, their owners live calm.” and continued, “Clocks often get worried because their owners think they work wrong and they try to repair them by one’s own hand. But one day their watches stop working and then they come to me. I give the watches the right speed and the right time again and their owners feel better. Try to feel your internal watch, try to live according to it, and time-problems will disappear.”

He finished his work, and – believe me or not - my troubles were gone as soon as I had back my repaired watch.

Copyright © 2007, 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Crime Time

And with a drunken scream
I killed a drunken dream.
- The End

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska
my first and very short crime story ;)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Vain Fool

by Ingrid Prohaska

in fact - a useful tool
be told that I'm a fool
feel anger then and pain
a kind of to be vain

a kind of to be vain
cause anger then and pain
let me feel like a fool
in fact - a useless tool

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


Friday, February 4, 2011

Just a thought ... #3

When rationality rules my life, then I'm just number two.


Sunday, January 30, 2011

Rhyme Time

by Ingrid Prohaska, the odd one

I read an article in the NY Times
about some lost and missing rhymes
This was a very interesting read
on the peaks of my ears I felt red heat.

I looked around
where could they be hidden
I heard a sound
out of the shell midden
I even rolled the dices
to get some odd advices

I looked under the table
and found a cable
I looked under the chair
and found a silver hair
I looked under the locker
and found, oh no - Joe Cocker

I looked behind a framed picture
and found some kind of art mixture
I looked under the carpet
and found a dusty muppet
I even looked into the pan
but there I found not even a spam

Then I looked into the book of faces
but there I found just empty spaces
Finally I had a look
into my very dear notebook
There I discovered some phrases
you can imagine my praises

Now I'm near to the end of this lore
although I'm sure I could find much more
I found some fun and a very shy smile
which I'm sure will join me a while

Instead of my ear's red heat
I feel now the rhythm of my heart beat
There is just one more I'd like to say
I wish you a very fine Sunday

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

Friday, January 21, 2011

Just a thought ... #2

It's quite easy to remove the clouds as long as my hand is reaching for the stars.
- just one of my thoughts


Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year

Happy New Year - I wish you all a year full of love, peace and joy!

I'd like to thank you all for reading my work, for leaving comments or enjoying silently. Special thanks to all of you who support my work on other sites.

You all are an important part of my life - thank you