Ordinary poems 2018
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All the shadows
Heading toward themselves
And the lake is swinging sunshine
I hold something in my hand
And I follow
The thing that I am carrying
The path ends somewhere
Then there is only water
But isn’t there some land out there?
Whatever is going to happen
I fly
Be it a very short flight
***
After today’s royal day
The forecast was rain for seven days
I grabbed my camera and rushed
To collect sunshine and blue
For seven days rain
Sunshine and light
To drink
In small gulps
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A white broom had swept the sky
And I saw the sky’s eyelashes
***
The sky this morning in just a few moments –
Cantata Πάντα χωρεῖ for choir and orchestra
I have no other choice
But to sing of it
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And though clouds look just like clouds
And everything looks like before
And singing birds’ throats are trembling
As known
It’s not just a cloud
Spring is here
Blossom
White
Beginning
Whatever song is out there today
Tomorrow
Will be swept away
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The sky this morning
A giant aquarium of jewelfish
They constantly change their names
And follow, and follow the current
***
This puddle mirrored the sun
But just for a moment
And from an exact angle
I grasped the moment
I sized the angle
And
I chose to write it down
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I enter the forest quietly
The forest with the brook
In the closest Park Ravenna
But no, it is not a forest
Bewitched princes are the trees
And I am a fairly tale princess
Yeah
The lady-jogger that just passed
I will name a roe
Although she runs with earbuds
And yells to the bewitched forest
And to those hiding in her plugs
…
To me, it is a time to keep still
To give play to my fancy
And breathe
***
The world needs good news
A spoon per day
As one learns a second tongue
But first comes a yearning for it
In the spoon – sunrise
Top of a mountain
On the top – alpinists
Golden apples
Laughing children
Sunset
Bread
And other precious little things
which nest in everybody’s hands
***
It had bent 90 degrees
Nothing straight
Had remained in it
A tree
With shoulders
But no head
And as I cheered
For his life
I was lamenting
for its broken peak
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I saw all kind of insects
On my son’s grave
Two snails
Yellow flowers
Young tree
I never asked myself
And there is no need to ask
How one lives
And how it is connected
It simply is
If one recognizes
Sozopolon’s poems 2018
In the sea
I don’t dare
To go deep further
The sea will gulp me
We so much love each other
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First Marital Kiss
It dawned
It lightened
The sun just had licked
The lips of the sea
With fiery sunbeam
I descend down the stairs
Of Jinny Bar
Which typically play classic rock
But now broadcasts Mendelson
Wedding on the seashore
My God
Marital kiss above
Marital kiss below
And I – a witness
***
Something has happened last year
With Jinny Bar that is on the seashore
The terrace with dark roof has gone
I had my own table there
For writing research papers and poems
And there was something else that had gone
From the charm of old Jimmy
Turned into trendy-bar
Gladly, rock-classics stayed the same
Dinosaurs don’t die, do they?
…
A day later however
I found
a corner for research papers and poems
Because dinosaurs don’t die
Right?
People Wearing Poems
Sea
Sun
Sea tide
Low tide
People walk around
Only wearing poems
Crystals
The sea is a crystal
said a child
half body wet
he grabbed sea-water
with cupped hands
and crystals began flowing
through his fingers
Ordinary poems 2017
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The day is still a bachelor
The balloon is still expanding
the rose is about to travel
in all directions, and all rhymes
Fresh daisy girl I am
I am a flickering aspen
The world is all inside –
I am still there entirely
The Net
I nest in the net
Net nests in me
One after another
I wear crochet dress
I write
I am transparent
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To G.
It is now sweet and sour
You became my dearest friend
I love you as you are entire
Men’s world I can embrace
And I cannot imagine
Myself outside your greeting face
I take from you all I can handle
And I wear it with pride and grace
Freedom
I’m drawing
Rainbow after rainbow
Spirals
Labyrinth
Are springing
I wriggle between them
Guided by my pencil
And I do not have fear
That I will fly
Beyond the outlines
If I run out of space
I will invent it
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I love my life
when I go under iron bridges
and green leaves behind them peek
Green-golden glow red-beam
Red-brownish ones are bearing sadness
I love my life
When the rooster crows
and barefoot I meet the day
when I lift on toes to carpe diem
and “carpe diem” I am myself
I love my life
when I meet people who carry light
aware of darkness
When I discover new horizons
And sleeplessly I look at these at night
I love my life
And when it is not for loving
When it is not evoking love at all
When we burn, and cry, and struggle
Yet not arguing with things that
We don’t understand
But I love life
Dots, lines, leaves with handles
Sad-beautiful-unpredictable
fairly tale
For giving
And for love itself
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Translated by Daniela Nyberg (2018)
