you are like candy floss.
lot of fluff
and no substance
Category: Occasional Poem
we used to exchange bodily fluids.
until he started to exchange his with someone else.
Author: Július Lenko
Among the trees sky-blue pond with racing white ducks and close by a green lizard on a tree stump. What country am I in? I am sending it to you on a postcard. Come, come immediately. Arrive with the first rain, you'll find me by a heart carved in stone. Come before it turns into a scar.
Pomedzi stromy vidno belasý rybník, na ňom preteky bielych kačíc a celkom blízko peň stromu so zelenou jaštericou. V akej som krajine? Posielam ti ju na pohľadnici. Príď, ihneď príď. Prileť s prvým dažďom, nájdeš ma po srdci, vytesanom v kameni. Príď prv, kým na jazvu sa premení.
Mighty universe, why are there no unicorns? I need a rainbow.
Eat your greens says mom - vegetables on my plate, ...it's a mushy pile.
pretty garden hides underground kingdom of worms they need each other
Plant tissue xylem bringing water from the roots to the plant. Nature...
Let's restart this year Let's repeat 2020 'cause something went wrong.
Zebra's angry shouts - I am not a stripy horse! Sorry, but you are.
image from: https://www.britannica.com/science/xylem
Author: Nata Hosťovecká
Once more, trying to wake up tenderness in me you are standing at my door, silent, waiting for borderless desire - old habit of our old games. But, something is stuck between us like a lightning, sharpness of a blade, winding road, dark pits... No more knocking on my doors. The keys rusted into the lock tarnished by long wait - Not each of us likes to share. You can go. I no longer hold you. You know, I am a woman, not just a doormat somewhere by the door that you only notice missing when you need to clean your shoes.
Opäť chceš vo mne budiť nehu, mlčiaci stojíš pri dverách a čakáš túžbu bezobrehú - starý zvyk v našich starých hrách. Čosi však trčí medzi nami ako blesk, ostrie čepele, kľukatá cesta, tmavé jamy... Neklop viac, neklop na dvere. V zámke už kľúče zhrdzaveli zájdené dlhým čakaním - Nie každý z nás dvoch rád sa delí. Môžeš ísť. Už ti nebránim. Vieš, ja som žena a nie iba rohožka niekde pri dverách, ktorá ti práve vtedy chýba, keď z topánok chceš zotrieť prach.
Pond brimming with thoughts Pondering on life's meaning Frogs singing sadly
Waiting on the shore, quiet, the storm approaches waves licking my feet.
Pebbles, rocks and stones play hide and seek with water river flows, forgets.
Man, flake, ball and drift frozen, scared of the warm sun, connected by snow.
First, just a rumble then, angry growl, loud thunder Is it time to eat?
Author: Ondrej Čiliak
Returning back to the blooming flowers, back to deserted desire, for one day hiding the warmth of your skin and lying to my heart: I might forget. Not even lying will help... Let's be good. Let's be good to each other, even though your eyes are crying as if at a funeral, even though our fingers missed the meeting point, even though we are poorer by one look... We will say love is a coincidence, like a pleasant autumn in alder crowns. Is it possible to listen to a play about great search but finding oneself walking into an empty corner? I am as you are disappointed and if there is something bonding us, it is words: Forgive me.
Opäť sa vrátiť medzi živé kvety, do opustenej túžby jeden deň, ukryť si teplo tvojej kože a klamať srdce: možno zabudnem. Už ani klamať nepomôže... Budeme dobrí. Budeme veľmi dobrí k sebe, aj keď sa oči rozplačú ako na pohrebe, aj keď sa prsty nestretnú v jednom bode, aj keď budeme o pohľad chudobnejší... Budeme vravieť o láske ako o náhode, ako o dobrej jeseni v korunách jelší. Je možné počúvať hru o veľkom hľadaní a potom kráčať do prázdneho kúta? Veď ty si mnou a ja som tebou sklamaný, a keď je čosi, čo nás k sebe púťa, tak sú to slová: Odpusť mi.
I'm in, I eat kale Hipster healthy bio freak We all gonna die
Yellow, reds and browns Path rustling under my steps Last leaf falling down
Monkey see, monkey do. Lead by an example. We are animals.
Dancing northern lights Crisp wind reddening my cheeks Soul frozen in awe
Proud and majestic Sublime colours, shapes and scents Orchids on display
Author: Pavel Bunčák
I sang a song for you: Flower gives out its scent, withers. I taught you how to get old sensibly and stealthily, how to reminisce without memories, how ghosts grow up and sweet sighs turn into wrinkles.
Zaspieval som ti pieseň: Kvet rozvonia sa, zvädne. Učil som ťa, ako sa starne múdro a nebadane, ako sa spomína, keď nemáš na čo, ako vyrastajú prízraky a zo sladkých vzdychov vrásky.
Harvest of ripe wheat Endless golden long grass fields Bread to feed the men
Mountain of garbage Prominent and stinky sign Welcome to our town
Horse showing his teeth Eyes asking for an apple in my pocket. Neigh.
Dry ice solid gas Global warming is coming Icebergs are melting
Juniper berries Bitter and sharp on my tongue My head is spinning
