Here is a poem I wrote while I was in Russia. It is something that ... really is a piece of me, so I wanted to post it here ... I was soaking in a tub completely submerged when this concept came to me, and I had to get out of the tub and put it on paper. I was feeling a little depressed and most of anything I write comes from depression and self pity. I named it in Russian so that it would not be immediately obvious, and it worked a little too well. My mom actually thought it was about a building. A few others were a little closer but still way off mark. My brother tonight when he read it got it right away, and this Russian chick also got it. But this other Russian guy read it, and he had no clue, so it wasn't that reading and understanding the title makes it clear :)
I think people here will know what it is about without any problems :)) I wasn't using when I wrote this. It was about 2 months before I started.
I hope the picture shows up when I post. I just copied and pasted it in here.
Сердце моё
A beautiful building was made some many years ago.
It had a special purpose, to house a most precious thing.
Over time the elements eroded the outermost layers
Washing away its beauty, slowly but decisively.
Passing time, harsh elements and frequent storms.
These storms beat hard on it until it could hardly
Fulfill its purpose.
Workers came and they rebuilt,
Hurriedly they patched after each succession.
It was always brought back to beauty, but each time
Less
Its surfaces were hard and heavy, not pure and light as before.
It still housed that precious thing, but not
As it was meant�?BR>It has become something else in time;
Something less like itself.
Author:
Chuv - aka Rydout this is on my blog that is on my site
there is a pic there too ...
~oh no, now you guys know my identity
::ack::
;-)
As the title of the post implies, the title of the poem Сердце моё translates to my heart.
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