Poetry of a Kind

Gyász
Talankolto•  2019. május 16. 10:59

Nursing the curse of the sea


Nursing the curse of the sea



an angry soul flew in the arms

of the wind of every lie

she was too dark for the Sun

to cast a bright spell on her eyes 


her anger swallowed all the light

spitting curses to the night

trembling each blade of the grass

to try to steal blaze they drop out


she kicked the water in the sea

shaking deep roots of the trees

the ocean wanted more to sleep

pushed her on the shores to leave


mud grabbed her leg protecting

all the ones she planned to beat

no one even cared to see

maybe one rock heard the weeps


he saw the sad soul in the mid

but he stood still in the wind

no emotions could he live

nor a helping hand to give


next to her a fallen tree

caught sight of some good buried

a branch stretched slowly like a snail

his own last life force he passed...


... to let her live and pass

... away


Talankolto•  2019. március 23. 14:15

On a vast ocean

 

On a vast ocean

 

a brach is wobbling

floating in water

a black cat it’s holding

she's ill

and sad

.

the clouds are gathering

she's praying and purring

no meow would be heard

it’s raining

and wet

.

a bright hole opens up

with anger and lightning

the God is dictating

thunderstorm

begone now

.

it suddenly blows away

leaving a marble sky

the ocean is reflecting

a happy path to life

.

follow and don’t you cry



My original poem in Hungarian:

https://blog.poet.hu/talanversek/vegtelen-tengeren

Talankolto•  2019. március 8. 03:43

Framing the Loss

 

Framing the Loss

Frames are rolling uncut on endless tapes,

no one has a handle to stop them or replay.

Every picture taken - be happiness or pain,

remember what once was, will never be again.

Some of them love to play the same lecture,

mystery knows how they learnt from each other.

Even if time leads a single path to a divide,

a fading ghost imagines the story that was divine.

Talankolto•  2019. március 8. 03:40

Penance

 

Penance

A poisonous snake is sucking his own tail,

twirling around hungry to eat his gaunt meat.

His stomach is growling lost in deep space,

digesting himself - too scarce to make peace.

Reaching round and round - flesh is gathering,

no hunger is dying - his other half it takes in.

Nothing, but dark void that finally remains,

if he cannot stop, even that will be preyed.

He sucked the Earth, the Moon is dark inside,

the Sun can’t enlight it, but soon it will drown in!