Litteratur: In The Mud

[CraigFinn]

Jeg har laget et nytt dikt

som ikke bør være i samlingen min ( https://www.diskusjon.no/?showtopic=1195420 ).

Så jeg legger det i en helt ny tråd,

fordi det ikke ville passet inn.

 

Jeg prøvde meg på engelsk,

for å se hvordan det gikk.

Mer allegorisk og alvorlig enn før,

og med en annen dikt-teknikk.

 

In The Mud

 

They spent their whole lives in the mud.

Some nights they got uptight,

other nights they felt alright.

Most nights they were just waiting

for a glimpse of the sun and next mornings light.

When the colour of their eyes

would match the colour of their blood.

 

They figured it would help them with the pain.

And why dispose of what you want

when what you want is what you need.

They were their own generals.

They always thought their plans would work,

and they would easily succeed.

They got hit hard when next morning brought them rain.

Now there are fields of poppies

where once were fields of grain.

 

They would sometimes feel worse when they were waiting in between.

When people arrived, they were ripping high.

When people left, they were defeated and depressed.

When people came too late

they would mostly speak in tongues.

And the colour of their cheeks

would match the colour of their songs.

Endret 23. februar 2010 av CraigFinn