Poetry: Karin Kaminker


I am a wave
hidden, deep

When nature pulls
back at my feet
I do not fall.

I rise.

I stand and swell

then in a swirl,
the shore.



It came in waves:
his father, gone.

In waves
it came
brought on
by the empty garden bench
among the willows,
by the lone dachshund
sniffing around
for father’s absent feet,
by the uncollected news
and dusty bottle of sour wine.

In waves,
surging forth
from his mother’s distant stare,
wrenching the soul,
drowning the heart,
battering thought,
it came
with the force of Poseidon,
with stinging tridents,
lunatic eyes

Rampant, merciless
unbidden, untamed
in fathomless torrents
eddies, whirlpools
and cascades
of drowned time
it came
Crashing him down,
rendering him
time after time,
wave after wave
it came:

His father,
forever, gone.


Karin Kaminker is a Geneva-based poet, translator and songwriter. She has been active in writers’ communities in Europe for many years, including the UN Society of Writers and the Association of English Language Poets in Vienna, of which she was co-founder. You can read more of her work in the Geneva Writers’ Group publication, Offshoot, Issue 14.

Author: Libby O'Loghlin

Novelist, social entrepreneur, nutrition and narrative coach. Creative Director of The Woolf Quarterly; Co-Founder of WriteCon and The Powerhouse Zurich. Nature is my jam.

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  1. Karin, your words are beautiful, like you.

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