Yup. National Poetry Writing Month starts today, and I was dared to do it. More importantly, Ethiopian food is at stake. So I have to. 30 poems in 30 days. My skeptic requires at least 5 heartfelt lines. I’m adding to this option, 7-10 seconds of audio, because I might start putting up snips of spoken word, too. That’s most likely in the event that I’m finding it hard to get online or something–wordpress has nifty things like calling in posts now. So we’ll see.
Poem #1
on ne compte que ses douleurs,
les aiguilles qui piquent le coeur.
on ne voit que l’avenir,
les amantes qui vont partir.
tenez-vous plutôt à ce plaisir-ci:
d’avoir le présent à tenir aujourd’hui.
[Translation:
We think of nothing but our troubles,
the needles that pierce our hearts.
We only think of the future,
Of lovers who are going to leave.
Hold close, instead, the great pleasure
of having the present to hold today.]
Only 29 more to go, y’all. Peace.
Changing Shapes 