Poetry is what gets lost in translation

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Oh. Wow. Looking for something in my desk, and I found this, from when I was like … five, maybe six. It’s actually quite cute, if embarrassing. :redface:

Silently

Silently the nightingale
Flies above the door,
Silently the mouse
Tiptoes across the floor,
Silently the spider cries,
While the Eagle soars,
Silently the deer runs
Across the grassy moor,
Silently the caterpillars
Eat the apple core.


I’d love to think my writing has improved a little since then:

Shadows

Silent shadows set
The night to moonlit web
Of dark and light
Moonbeam mixed with blackness
Casts net over the ground
Cuts the virgin snow
To shreds of black and white.
Comes out of the greyness
In between
Loping, shadowed spectre
Through the moon-struck silence
Trotting over trap
Of jig sawed ground
From the darkness into darkness
Lone moon lit shadow.


(this is from about a year ago, I think. Given up on poetry recently)
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