Poems

Serene

Mistranslation poem

By: ***********

 

Taking a look

At a nebula

A one

A one

Yes, just one

In a shell

 

Even though

In Fresco

Of my youth

The color of the sky

 

My memory

Imagines

Peace for all

Pressed in a pier

Immortality

 

The Woods

Centro

By: Not Telling

 

They shut the roads through the woods.

 

For it tossed him, and twirled him, then passed, and he stood.

Those dreadful old pups,

That are rough and swallow you up.

Pups that live in trees.

On the island with the woods in the large tree.

 

Pups that jump down,

 And thump you right on your back gown.

The rabbit had a hutch,

The turtle had mud,

The mouse had a hole,

The polecat a pole.

The duck had a pond,

The bird the beyond,

The bee had a sting,

And a queen, not king.

 

But there is no road through the woods.

 


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