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Weekly Poem
D.A. Lori
Sticky Words
We rarely say what hasn’t been said before,
it breaks my heart and tongue.
Just as I was about to analyse
There was nothing but the sky before
and not a bit has changed since
I’m looking at it…
A big lazy centipede of a cloud
is about to swallow my favourite star
This pale blue sky in endless rebirth
brings more than I can bear
The heat makes my senses loose
the air is filled with sticky thoughts,
sticky fingers around a sticky pen,
sticky, sticky words
Translated by the author
Sticky Words
We rarely say what hasn’t been said before,
it breaks my heart and tongue.
Just as I was about to analyse
the anatomy of words,
my mind stopped under the pressure
of other people’s lines
my mind stopped under the pressure
of other people’s lines
There was nothing but the sky before
and not a bit has changed since
I’m looking at it…
A big lazy centipede of a cloud
is about to swallow my favourite star
This pale blue sky in endless rebirth
brings more than I can bear
The heat makes my senses loose
the air is filled with sticky thoughts,
sticky fingers around a sticky pen,
sticky, sticky words
Translated by the author