ja ne kutsuu mua himmeeks.
Ei nekään bonjaa mua
mut ei niit pamlata pimeiks.
Ei ne tsennaa ooks mä oikku,
mut mä snaijaan ett ei ne riskaa.
”Olemisen sietämätön keveys”,
skrivas Kundera mut se on skeidaa.
Jotkut keittää vaan omaa soppaa
niinku ett ois jotain mikä synkkää.
© Yelling Rosa
2/2 –17
Valmius (Readiness) © Yelling Rosa
Soup
I don't get the peopleAnd I am called autistic.
They don't understand me
But they are not called autistic.
They don't know am I an exception
But I know they take all for granted.
"The unbearable lightness of being",
Says Milan Kundera, still not true here.
Something is maturing in its own broth
To love the taste of the marinated soup.
© Yelling Rosa
2/2 –17
thanks for your visit, new friend!
VastaaPoistathis poem is really impressive... especially the way you use the image of soup and maturing at the end... the artwork is also cool... :)
think lines 5 and 6 would read better like this:
They don't know I am an exception
But I know they are taken for granted.
exceptions give meaning to life... :)
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PoistaThanks for commenting.
VastaaPoistaYes, you are right. I must rewrite the line number six. I am doing it with better time sooner or later.
Have a nice week :)
MUY RAZONABLE
VastaaPoistaGracias. Estoy feliz de escuchar eso :)
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