Perception Poems
Der Name der Schönheit
by Mario Odekerken
Schönheit ist der Name von etwas,
das nicht existiert.
Ein Flüstern,
ein Atemzug zwischen zwei Stillen.
Man kann sie nicht festhalten,
nicht zeichnen,
nicht in Worte fassen.
Sie lebt nur
......
"When the mirror lies."
by Dylan Wu Rong
An end before it even began,
a touch to the start of falling dominoes,
In the eyes of a desolate living,
reflections of disparity plays out in frames.
Taking spilled out ink for boiling blood,
taking the crystals to be rocks in mud,
the pain in the smile is regarded for pride,
as the head held high is a facade of fright.
To the man who looks, with hopes for answers,
he see what he wants and see what he hates,
......
De naam van schoonheid
by Mario Odekerken
Schoonheid is de naam van iets
dat niet bestaat.
Een fluistering,
een adem tussen twee stiltes.
Je kunt het niet vasthouden,
niet tekenen,
niet in woorden vangen.
Het leeft alleen
......
The name of beauty
by Mario Odekerken
Beauty is the name of something
that does not exist .
Whisper,
a breath between two silences.
You cannot hold it,
cannot draw it,
cannot capture it in words.
It lives only
......
The clouds tell us stories
by Violet's Musings
“The clouds tell us stories,” Baba would say to him
As they sauntered through sunflowers fluttering in the wind
And he’d tilt his little head up and open his eyes wide
To the maestoso of the clouds, and the stories they held within
They spoke to him, and recited tales
Of dragons and giants and fairies and nymphs
Of Achilles and his gold and of Shiva and his bravery
And things were as smooth as the pallu of Ma’s new silk saree until
He started responding only to the misty blobs of ice up in the sky.
......
Der Name der Schönheit
by Mario Odekerken
Schönheit ist der Name von etwas,
das nicht existiert.
Ein Flüstern,
ein Atemzug zwischen zwei Stillen.
Man kann sie nicht festhalten,
nicht zeichnen,
nicht in Worte fassen.
Sie lebt nur
......
De naam van schoonheid
by Mario Odekerken
Schoonheid is de naam van iets
dat niet bestaat.
Een fluistering,
een adem tussen twee stiltes.
Je kunt het niet vasthouden,
niet tekenen,
niet in woorden vangen.
Het leeft alleen
......
The name of beauty
by Mario Odekerken
Beauty is the name of something
that does not exist .
Whisper,
a breath between two silences.
You cannot hold it,
cannot draw it,
cannot capture it in words.
It lives only
......
"When the mirror lies."
by Dylan Wu Rong
An end before it even began,
a touch to the start of falling dominoes,
In the eyes of a desolate living,
reflections of disparity plays out in frames.
Taking spilled out ink for boiling blood,
taking the crystals to be rocks in mud,
the pain in the smile is regarded for pride,
as the head held high is a facade of fright.
To the man who looks, with hopes for answers,
he see what he wants and see what he hates,
......
It Seems...
by Irene Salinas Caballero
I can only see clouds in the light of the day
and the stars appear only at night.
As my thoughts, in the wind, may get carried away,
I am left with my compromised sight.
I assume, beyond meadows, the resident rose
is left to survive among weeds:
appearing to suffer a bit through her woes,
fertile ground is quite all that she needs.
......
