First, tomorrow we at work are suppose to meet in the evening, outside work. Not really my comfort-zone. One excuse it that I don’t have any good clothes. I guess I’m both vain and have no idea about how to dress like a man. No, the thing is just that I’m not comfortable with that kind of social life. On the other hand they say, nothing good ever come from staying in your comfort zone.
Unrelated. The thing is that I got enough positive response to my writing that I have started to every saturday upload a reading of my own covid related poetry. So far I have three poems and together 10 views. Then I got the thought I could to it in English as well for DW. Take a poem, same subject, translate and read it out loud
... before I realize it’s not as good as I thought. At worst I’ll delete this within 24 h.
... before I realize it’s not as good as I thought. At worst I’ll delete this within 24 h.
Hoping for the best
“keep calm” and you know the rest
do a marathon not a sprint
while
other said
what’s healthy is to
mumble
a poem from the baroque age
“Physic himself must fade.
All things to end are made”
moving goalpost
into the banal
at least
we let kids be kids
a value in itself
presented on stage
in the country of
an un-noble family
Longstocking
in my humble you know the rest
perhaps just say
shame everything else
just not that