Whacky Door
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This time I’m recycling one of my own older poems and this leaves the lovely result of one poem in two languages. The story behind the poem follows below.
First the original in German.
Weiße Tür
Ohne Kauf
Mann läuft schnell
Tür rollt auf
Tür bleibt steh'n
Mann sieht hell
Mann bleibt steh'n
Stirn schwillt schnell
Jan H. Hellberg (5.5.2011)
And now the new take on this.
Door so white
Handless side
Man runs light
Door does slide
Door stays stuck
Man sees bright
Man stands struck
Brow swells with might
Jan H. Hellberg (29.03.2024)
The story is straightforward, a sliding door that usually opens the whole corridor got stuck right in front of me. As I was walking fast and talking to someone left of me, looking in their direction I did not notice the door got stuck and ran into it with full speed. I grew a horn that day and seemingly squeezed some nerv as some part on my forehead stayed numb for a while and was tingling for ages after that.
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Oh no! Glad you are okay, and I think it’s excellent that you created a poem about the incident.❤️
Well, I found this one back now almost 13 years later and liked it. Indeed, I always found salvation in writing, in particular poems, to digest things that happen. I guess that’s what makes me a poet. 😉
Confucius say
If walk into door
get velly sore 🙂
Hahaha, good one!
Happy you shared this poem with us. Hope you are OK now
much♡love
Yes, thank you, Gillena!
Ouch! That must have hurt when it happened! I think it is quite impressive that you wrote this poem in 2 languages! 🩷🩷
Thank you for sharing!
Thank you. I was already thinking of I should also translate this or some other poem into French one day. Never tried to write a poem in French, that would be a lovely challenge.
That must really be painful. Hope all is well.
Thank you, Grace.
And yes no trace of it anymore, just the memory.
I think this happens to many, maybe more than we think. I like the way in which you re-painted the scenery with words.
Thank you!
Oh no! A true story poem ~~ one that hits the reader hard ~~ though not as hard as your hit!
Hahaha, thank you, Helen! It is always some relief to write such a poem to me. When I can’t do much to make things better in that moment I can still write a poem. 😉