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Month: February 2021

Kaldbad

Published by Ondrej on February 24, 2021

I took a bath in the open, frozen sea
in it, I could hardly feel
the fire inside me—nor could I foresee
the turmoil these emotions would seal.
I imagined your tender breast
resting here on my chest
while you and I thought of a place
as shining and bright as wide-open space
near the mountains or the ocean
there was love we’ve set in motion.
A kind of heavenly silence
pierced with the hot blast of love
we were serving the eternal sentence
joined by a restless dove.
Who would not leave us alone
—whose presence we couldn’t condone—
but he sat there for a long time
certainly longer than I swam in this frigid brine.

What else can I do?

Published by Ondrej on February 24, 2021

Head is swimming
in emotional commotion
in emotional condemnation?
This moment I was trepidatious of
been dreading it for years
never been able to say those words
not sure I ever would.

Endlessly in my head they played
in circles round each other
like a car never exiting a roundabout
but this roundabout got progressively wider
and spiralled towards Hell
for it is that which I could feel
a hellish dread, a plague of self-doubt
of something never done before
a sickening, sinking feeling
for years, months, weeks on end
lodged in my head and not paying rent
was I predisposed to this? Perhaps. I don’t know. Nor do I want to.
Your past always follows you—riding shotgun.
But today, however much dread there was
it transpired—thoughts eventually precipitated
—that those words out I blurted—that I think you are beautiful—
and you didn’t run, nor frown nor grimace.
Your cheeks, bright as the sakura tree in full bloom,
a resounding standing ovation yes it was not, but a hinted, perhaps in the future once some dude you’re seeing is gone, kind of yes.
I’ll be waiting.
What else can I do?

In want of warmth

Published by Ondrej on February 17, 2021

I imagine you next to me
Although I know not who you are
Searching for somebody to see
Together our world from afar.

You’d join me by Grieg
Travelling over the undulating musical landscape
This, the very antithesis of a Krieg;
Together, from reality we would escape.

The feeling of warmth has long since disappeared
It has now been much too long
You, whoever you may be, have not appeared
The birds have not made you part of their song.

An embrace can speak a thousand words
Well, here I am resorting to the pen
In absence of emotional innards
Hope? You might as well call me a heathen.

There shall be one day when with Grieg I am not alone
Know when this day will come, I do not,
Into the life of solitude, I have grown
Waiting for you to untie this knot.

The everyperson

Published by Ondrej on February 16, 2021

You, the everyperson
What are you doing today?
What’s on your mind?
What did you have for breakfast
and what’s for dinner?

What are you thinking as you look through the window?
It, in all its grimy glory
from the bus thundering past
life as still as frozen peas
as malleable as steel plate
where does your mind lead?

Are you thinking of the beautiful lady opposite
or perhaps the charming man you met yesterday
or more likely, what’s on offer at Lidl
and whether you’ve turned off the stove…
Does Nickelback or Chick Corea influence your thoughts?
Or is it perhaps Ms Austen?

Perhaps none of those;
perhaps it’s the man staring at you for the last eternity,
the man wondering
what you’re thinking
is staring right back at me.

Life happening over there

Published by Ondrej on February 6, 2021

A walk in the open air
breaths life into you
the sweet, rhythmic promenade
aids life commence anew.

Tis what I imagine now
staring from my grimy window
upon the dog-walkers
strolling in the meadow.

Perhaps I ought to join them
leave my loyal lair
or keep watching life
happening over there.

Leonard

Published by Ondrej on February 1, 2021

Your rhymes echo through the darkness
the verse glows in all its beauty
bringing a hint of light to the blackness
imagining what it would be
to hear your grovelling baritone
on a cold Montréal night
now I listen to your voice flow
an artist truly in all his might.
Immense respect I have for you
Clapton, Dylan and Shakespeare too
Your revolutionised the audible art
warming humanity’s dead cold heart.

Thought

Published by Ondrej on February 1, 2021

Often I think I rush too much
Indeed, we all overthink, such
is the nature of our modern
society, making our minds churn.

Consider the good, the love, the warmth
that would and could spread henceforth
from our hearts, from all our smiles
if we all just stopped running miles
round in our brains—and just gave
a moment, forgetting thoughts we couldn’t save
we deserve, we all do
a profound breather, a break too.

Even hard-working God found
through rest Creation is bound.

There’s so much to live for

Published by Ondrej on February 1, 2021

The world with all its varied splendour
all the colours of every sense
endlessly perceived through your
stupefyingly meaningless existence.

Why have faith in humanity
why praise the stars in the sky
why explore every single extremity
why does every living thing eventually die?

It’s because there’s just so much to live for
it isn’t—and should never be—a bore;
life in all its splendid spectra
gives you of emotions and thoughts a plethora:
it’s worth it: to see the sunrise and the sunset
and look forward to knowing people you’ve never met.

This poem was written some time in November or December 2020, but the exact date is unknown.