Aleppo

Don't Go Small

OPOMENA                                                                 WARNING

Čovječe pazi da ne ideš malen                                    Man, take care, not to go small
ispod zvijezda.                                                              under the stars.
Pusti da cijelog tebe prođe                                         Let the star light
blaga svjetlost zvijezda!                                              pour right through you!
Da ni za čim ne žališ                                                   Regret nothing when you cast
kada se budeš zadnjim pogledima                              your last look
rastajao od zvijezda!                                                   at the stars!
Na svom koncu mjesto u prah                                   At the end, instead of dust,
prijeđi sav u zvijezde!                                                turn into stars!

     Antun Branko Šimić

 

poets, forever twinkling, blinking
attempting to express life's amazing inexpressables -
translators, readers, probing, listening

to get past the words to the awe

Scavenger Hunt

Morning visitors.

Gray found a hidden peanut.

Black's still searching.

It Is What It Is

awynart



awynart

When hope for change brings change for worse, and each new day another curse

is  heard across  the range;

a dozen here, a million there, drawn into war  --   It isn't fair.

The planet's gotten strange.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down for child and criminal and clown;

it  doesn't  need your vote.

Like Sisyphus, we roll that stone, to prove that life is more than moan;

that we still steer our boat.

Tears and anger are reactions that just trigger bigger factions -

where DO we go from here?

Forward, backward, or stay in place?  Stumble, crumble, or go retrace?

One  wants an end of  FEAR.