ENGLISH:
Fragile white feathers
fighting against the wind
such are the harsh lives
of most people surviving
through arts and poetry.
I watch her in the distance.
She sits alone, at the back,
eyes closed, listening
to the magic flow.
The smoothness of poetry.
She revels in it.
Next time I approach her
we become friends.
She lives in a temple in Chinatown
diabetes and COPC from her worksite
with short-term memory loss.
Her body in constant pain.
Do you know Justice?
One of her poems
took her eight years to write.
But how wonderful it is.
I feel touched.
She reads us a sad one,
so poignant, speaking of
what an empty house
has become after generations.
I met Little Eddy at that
space of creativity.
Short, small body.
Smokes non-stop.
I can’t understand
what he says.
But I do understand
his art. And his poetry.
He opens his portfolio
while sitting on the bus.
Showing us his art.
A Betty Boop adorer
drawing sarcastic characters,
Donald Trump et al.
Making us laugh.
Having a good time.
His poems have reached us,
speaking of love-dreams and
impending death from
lung cancer.
Justice and Little Eddy.
Tenacious. White feathers.
Clinging onto life.
Fighting to breathe.
CATALÀ: Plomes blanques fràgils
Plomes blanques fràgils
lluitant contra el vent
així són les dures vides
de molta gent sobrevisquent
amb les arts i la poesia.
La miro en la llunyania.
Seu sola, a la part posterior,
els ulls tancats, escoltant
el màgic fluir,
la suavitat de la poesia.
S’hi delecta.
La propera vegada m’hi apropo,
ens fem amigues.
Viu en un temple de Chinatown.
El treball la tornà diabètica,
perd memòria a curt termini
El cos en constant dolor.
Coneixes la Justícia (1)?
Un poema li costà
vuit anys d’escriure.
Però que meravellós és.
Em sento conmoguda.
Un de trist ens va llegir,
de manera emotiva, parlant
del que una casa buida ha esdevingut
després de generacions.
Vaig conèixer en Little Eddy
en aquest espai de creativitat.
Baix d’estatura, cos petit,
fuma sense parar.
No puc entendre el que diu.
Però sí entenc el seu art.
I la seva poesia.
Obre la seva col.lecció
mentre seiem a l’autobús.
Ens mostra el seu art.
De la Betty Boop gran admirador
dibuixant personatges sarcàstics,
Donald Trump et al.
Fent-nos riure.
Passant un bon moment.
Els seus poemes ens han conmogut
parlant de somnis d’amor
i de la mort imminent:
càncer de pulmó.
La Justícia i en Little Eddy
Tenaços. Plomes blanques.
Aferrant-se a la vida
Lluitant per respirar.
(1) El nom original en anglès és Justice.
© August 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés
Beautifully written. We are gentle feathers, so tender and fragile. Wonderfully done.
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Thank you.
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I so love the depth, imagery, and richness of this Marta! Really, really well done!!
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Thank you so much, Bill.
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😊😊!!!
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Poets are “Fragile…feathers…fighting against the wind,” how true it is; how beautifully it is said!! Well-written, indeed! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Newton.
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You are always warmly welcome, Martha! 🙂
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😊
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Such evocative imagery… a moving poem.
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Thank you.
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Such is Life.
Marta, you have a truly
wonderful, sensitive and
insightful gift.
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Thank you, David,
for such lovely words,
for being so kind,
and considerate,
for taking your time
to read my posts,
for dissipating
my insecurity ghosts.
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“what an empty house
has become after generations.” Absolutely wonderful.
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Thank you.
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“Fragile white feathers
fighting against the wind
such are the harsh lives
of most people surviving
through arts and poetry.” – love these lines. Reality mixed with a tinge os sadness and simple pleasures of life that flows through the poem. Well done.
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Thank you so much. I am pleased that you enjoyed this.
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Sou amic de benvinguda
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Thank you so much. Your words are very encouraging.
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This was wonderfully written.
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Thank you.
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Muy linda; I enjoyed this poem immensely; we all should “revel in poetry”
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Thank you and, yes of course.
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wow, amazing imagery!
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Thank you.
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Quite a melancholic poem – where does justice lie, exactly? I can see little reason in how life is.
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The metaphor of feather was absolutely amazing, we too are like the fragile feather blowing & flowing frivolously amidst the unpredictable events that occur in our lives, we might not be able to control our fate but we are the masters of our response. Thanks sharing your glorious post!
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And thank you for your beautiful comment!
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Pleasure was all mine, do stay in touch friend 🙂. I look forward to reading more of your writings in the near future 😊
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Thank you so much.
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Your poem brings these people you have met to life. Wonderful descriptions of both.
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Thank you, Renee. So glad you like the descriptions of these great people I once met.
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We realise, we are fighting when it comes to living while ailing.
We realise, we are fragile when it comes to those times life’s reflections are adverse.
We realise, we are now become Poets and Poetry has started flowing through.
Marta! So true to life writings.
My Pats and Blessings
Shiva
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Thank you for such a deep and lovely comment, Shiva!
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“Fragile white feathers
fighting against the wind
such are the harsh lives
of most people surviving
through arts and poetry.”
I felt as if you are writing about me.. Beautiful
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Thank you. So glad you find it relatable, Lakmi.
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