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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.

Where all those years went

Published by Ondrej on July 18, 2021

It’s quite hard to put into words
seeing your family far away
your cousins growing up—
remembering them as toddlers
(that image forever etched into your mind)
seeing them become kids, young men,
grow taller than those all around
their voices deepen
and you’re left wondering
or wandering, I’m not sure,
maybe it’s my head wandering,
where all those years went.

It’s hard to digest, to feel
your family far away—
and you don’t think about it,
about them
until you see them through a screen
at the other end of the world.

An empathy drought

Published by Ondrej on March 3, 2021

It’s often that we forget
all trapped in our self-focussed thoughts
that we’ve all got these endless churning brains, yet
we are experiencing empathy droughts.

Our lives are interlinked and poignantly connected
she thinks of me just as I think of her
just not with the same frequency—not that mattered
anyway our lives are all too busy a-fluster.

And in a way this is a refreshing thought; we
are all human, all fighting our own battles
(and that’s a saying that stuck with me)
it’s okay when our soul sometimes rattles.

You and I don’t even know who thinks of us
let it be Her with golden locks and sapphire eyes
let it be Him with his charming manly hocus pocus
so don’t be afraid and wait before thinking, wait before saying your goodbyes.

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.

The fountain

Published by Ondrej on January 22, 2021

The fountain of emotion slows
now a torrent, not a hurricane.
It’s shouldering expectation
burdened by absent hope.

It too, thought,
from a pale mucky marsh
it’d become resplendent—
jets of love and care
shooting off towards the stars
blowing the Trevi out of the water.

Alas, mucky marsh it remains
gloopy staleness dripping
obscured by the past
clouded by the future.

Yet a glimmer of hope remains:
a single water-lily
among the soggy weeds.

December

Published by Ondrej on December 23, 2020

It is a glorious night
with the pale moon bright
an evening full of thought
upon thy touch I sought
the desire of your caresses
feeds my unconscious stresses
and the sight of your eyes
the memory—oh goodbyes.

O what would I give if I knew
that I could see my lady anew.

For, my lady, patience is precious
alas the waiting—that is truly arduous.

University

Published by Ondrej on August 30, 2020

New arrival
both young and old
out of my depth but excited,
ecstatic
all the time.

People,
lots of them
mindblowing, inspiring, advanced
achievements
full of life.

Beautiful people
especially the ladies
eyes shining,
a generous smile
and flowing hair.

All these people
are new stars
new shining lights
in my life;
those of my parents
shift to the background
guiding me.

New arrival
new experiences
lots to learn
open mind
and open soul—
feeling young and old
out of my depth
but joyful all the time.

Friends

Published by Ondrej on August 6, 2020

The people you surround yourself with
are the people you become.
You are a smith,
you are the destined sum
of all their qualities and weaknesses.
Family is not something to choose:
do remember, the angels are your witnesses,
they need not search for clues.

If your friends are warm-hearted
you will be kind;
if they are, alas, narrow-minded
to beauty, you will be blind.
If they radiate with affection
you will have love to give;
Theirs is the direction
your existence you will live.

To my friends

Published by Ondrej on June 30, 2020

To my friends:
now, a new chapter begins.

You, who have stood by me
while all else deserted;
You, who could see
what really mattered.

Those of you I joked around with
or engaged in staring matches
being normal: a myth…
You, who also had sweat patches.

Then there were those closer;
more than just friends
those to be hugged tighter (or pushed further)
to steer clear or worship as godsends.

The Beethovens and Puccinis
astounding, so incredibly talented
others, as dry as ten-day grissinis
or like ancient blades—blunted.

Peculiar, bizarre or perplexed
your faces have been;
while I was not vexed
some things cannot be unseen.

The future world leaders
and the future garbage men
all learned literary readers
some wishing they said “amen”.

The party animals
with seemingly bottomless bladders
others, mammalian cannibals
starting already to climb career ladders.

To be very brief, indeed,
it matters not whence you come
or what devils you believe in;
it’s the shared experiences:
those are second to none
and the cameras we have smiled in
putting aside our differences.

I have a message unsmall:
I love you all.