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Month: August 2021

Student association

Published by Ondrej on August 27, 2021

It’s quite something when you meet a kindred spirit
And quite something more when you meet many of those
so many conversations you hear only a snippet
you want to hear them all as from the table you rose

The table is like those imagined long ago
a length of many metres or feet
(Depending on if you talk about ISO)
the people sitting around you try to greet

But there’s just so many interesting folk
There’s no time to daddle,
Almost not enough time to talk
About Sweden’s strange game of padel.

Rachmaninoffovovoff

Published by Ondrej on August 23, 2021

There’s nothing quite like a bit of Rachwhat’shisname
That Russian guy,
Not the Chai guy, the other,
Not Theother, no! (although sounds like Theodore)
Pro-cough guy? no, not him,
different guy
why are they all guys hm?
Good thing society’s evolved now.
Right, so famous contemporary Russians:
Putty-guy must have a lot of putty
but who else is there
must’ve been a -kovcoughovoff somewhere.

So this Rachamagicoff guy I’m telling you
he’s pretty good!

This poem is rather different from some of the other ones I have written, as you might notice. That’s why it’s marked as ‘experimental’.

Temporarily found (2/3)

Published by Ondrej on August 22, 2021

For months have I wondered
(the inner world)
looking this way and that,
into every fleeting, passing thing
into brief glances, briefer smiles
looking but not seeing
not feeling, not understanding
just passing.

Worrying about each and every one of those moments
and yet—there was an instant
not a dozen hours prior
in which, for the first time in weeks, even years
the emotions weren’t fleeting
nor were they leaving, nor are they now.

The harmony of all your features
not perfect, but just right
just as they should be—
that’s what made you so special.

For the first time in many a day
hope was kindled where hope was hidden
(not gone, but in hiding)
it came back, first trepidatious, then bounding!
…only to find your departure imminent…

I joked to myself that “I would move Heaven and Earth for her” only happens in poor soppy tragicomedies
For the first time (feels like maybe ever), that sentence, that thought occurred to me.

A fleetingly permanent emotion, perhaps,
true all the same.

A Norwegian Girl (1/3)

Published by Ondrej on August 22, 2021

I long struggled to find words to describe
the sheer bliss of gazing up into her eyes
no colour in the world is so crystal
not even brightly polished amber by the most skilful artisans
a blue so bright, so humble, so piercing
the crisp winter sky pales in comparison
this sky, such a radiant blue on a January day
with her, it is a bleached grey
such was her beauty
such was her poise.

A summer’s dawn

Published by Ondrej on August 10, 2021 
Lying in bed with that mosquito scratch
If summers are anything to go by 
it wouldn't perform a miraculous stretch
on anyone’s mind that she said goodbye

Others’ summers can be filled with intimacy
feeling one another’s humid, stale breath
my ones, hah, are filled with plenty of numeracy
and a typical lover’s shibboleth

The bite on my foot still itches wildly,
and that’s summer I suppose
to put my feelings on paper, mildly, 
there’s a solution my soul will endlessly propose

And that ticked-off list, that key
is something repulsively elusive
That key I’ve failed to look for and to see
Like the idea of you, terribly seductive.

I suppose the endless global ailment
Will cease at some point
So I can seek what my dreams meant
and look for her, my heart’s anoint

Till then, it’s more accounting for numbers
And looking for where they’ve gone
and striving for restful slumbers
this summer’s dawn.

Beside the sea

Published by Ondrej on August 3, 2021

I’m sitting here beside the sea
along the sea
with the sea
by the sea

The sea and its endless flatness stretches out before me
as far as the eye can see
and I wonder how beautiful our planet can be
sitting here beside the sea.

It looks like the seagulls see it too
flying in rows of two by two
as they craw, shriek and coo
soaring above the endless view

I wonder, if only they knew
that it goes on for many kilometres too
an endless earthly rue
this sea, this ocean blue