Scholarly Conclusion

The children in my school, my students, learn the figures of speech and repeat them each time they learn another poem. So, during class, my mind came up with this. 


I’m a scholar
And I was taught to grasp
The figures in your speech.

I tremble at the hyperboles
Used just to persuade,
I taste the sweet epithets
Uttered to impress.

Litotes you use just right
To shrink me in size.
You paint in oxymorons
Deliberately, to confuse.

Synesthesia in your voice
Sounds like a warm breeze.
Cruel voice, the softest murmur
Onomatopoeic and personified.

But I’m a scholar and I know
That words are everything,
But also nothing,
Nothing at all.

Sunset Goodbye

Blick auf Dresden bei Sonnenuntergang
Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869)

Look far away.
Stay silent.
Look and breathe in
The playful dance of colours.

Soon they’ll disappear,
Erased as our own selves.
The night is coming closer
And with it brings our sorrow.

Night is dark and lonely
And loneliness hurts deep
Goodbye is just one word
But it means everything.

Night might not have colours,
But it will bring you stars,
It will offer moonlight
Beauty of another kind.


 I haven’t been posting much lately, I know, I’ve been quite busy… But I’m here, reading you, and planning what to post next. 🙂

Anyway, I really like this painting and I felt inspired, so I wrote this little poem for it. 

 

Human

Once upon a time,
A human rose to walk the Earth,
But didn’t know what it was.

Answers came without an invite:
Human was told it was a She,
And there were others who were He.

So human learned to be a She.
And She was told how to play,
What to enjoy and what to desire.

Then they spoke of the colour of the skin,
Power and money, jobs, borders, sex.
Humans are just animals, people are categories.

She was told what to do,
Because that was the way to learn,
And She acted accordingly.

Then, one day, lightning struck,
Through Her body which now felt strange
Made Her conscious of Her skin.

The spark of wisdom, of being aware,
Played tricks on Her memory.
She remembered her life as a human vividly.

Between the instinct and the learned
She didn’t know what was the truth.
Between it all, who was She?

Lies, lies, all they said!
We are rules, but we are freedom,
We are both but we are neither.

Birds, Pigeons and Italy

Siena

I took this photo quite a few years ago, in Siena, Italy. Italy is a great country to visit, and it’s culturally very similar to the coastal Croatia where I live, especially when it comes to great food. 😉 Anyway, when I go on a trip, I like to capture some simple little moments like this one, besides taking pictures of all the “important stuff”. This photo of a pigeon drinking from the fountain feels so lively to me, it’s cute and a little funny. So, I wanted to share it with you. I’ll follow it with a little poem inspired by birds.

Wings flutter
Brave and free
Fragile feathers
Are strong in unity.