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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.

Svensk

Published by Ondrej on September 7, 2020

You, who has bright blue eyes
and glowing blond hair;

You, who does not talk to strangers
and keeps to yourself;

You, who stands away from others
giving them all the space they need;

You, who eats strange fermented things
or as you call them—“local delicacies”;

You, who is an entirely different person
having drunk the right stuff;

You, who is deeply friendly and kind;
to your other sides, I am still blind.

Silence

Published by Ondrej on July 26, 2020

The endless city hubbub
bubbling and humming away
big train stations and motorways
are never far away.

Yet, it is in moments like these
from the buzz distant
that we notice a muffled sneeze
and the swaying of a pendant
the click of a pen
leaves us asking—it all started when?

Home

Published by Ondrej on July 26, 2020

I write this poem
in a place of art
a place of love
of tears,
of long-lived years
and a great many dreams
where people come together
each day
without fail,
we come together.

Come together
to come home.

Wardrobe 2

Published by Ondrej on April 16, 2020

Note from the author:

This poem, Wardrobe, was originally published on 8th April. This is an improved version of the original, containing the addition of two new stanzas. My heart goes out to Felix S, thanks to whom this poem would not be what it is now.

Folded in stacks,
hanging on wires
rolled up socks
into shapes like tires.

Stiff and lonely
yet fully coloured
bright pastels
left abandoned,
deep blacks
like drawing pencils
or a blunt axe.

But despair no more!
For life is breathed in
to these clothes once more;
when they’re worn
they’re no longer forlorn.
Their colours radiate
as if newly born;
their beauty’s innate.

A shirt, dull grey hanging
One hand in, sleeve now plump, no longer sagging
almost resurrecting, making proud Jesus’ father.
As you wear it, a shining pearl of white
a knight’s armour in all its might
ready for a day in the office; oh, the bother.

At five, taken off, replaced by a tee
thrown in bag, a sprint to the metro.
Home, all you needed to see
the pile of clothes in the washing bin: that’s now retro
taken off, that shirt is again like stone
lifeless with no single colour tone.

The trousers, jumpers, ties in there;
in the wardrobe, stored neatly, ready to wear.
Simply left hanging on these hooks,
waiting for the pretty ladies’ furtive looks.
Whose lives’d be more exciting if they were
not spending all of them waiting for monsieur.

Wardrobe

Published by Ondrej on April 8, 2020