Tuesday, February 15, 2011

#443



A caminho do trabalho
hoje,
o céu tão azul:

uma tartaruga
persegue um redemoinho,

um pato
toma chá,

um elefante e um unicórnio
brincam de pega-pega.

Nenhum deles encontraria abrigo
se chovesse.


On my way to work
today,
the sky blue anise:

a turtle
chases a dust devil,

a duck
has a cup of tea,

an elephant and a unicorn
play chase.

They would have no shelter
if it rained.




(my piece for One Shot Wednesday over at One Stop Poetry)
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27 comments:

  1. Tania regina ContreirasFebruary 15, 2011 at 2:32 PM

    E sem abrigo a gente pode intensamente viver!
    Beijos,

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  2. UnknownFebruary 15, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    Interessante. Um abraço.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 15, 2011 at 2:49 PM

    Naquele tempo em que os animais falavam e eram amigos com respeito pelos demais animais.

    Hoje nem os homens se respeitam. Fazem as guerras e mata-se. Roubam o pão dos que morrem à fome.

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  4. AndreasFebruary 15, 2011 at 3:26 PM

    Oh, Kenia you speak to me of childhood days in the sweetest of ways. I rarely contemplate clouds anymore but I feel that writing is a natural extension of that activity. This really brought a smile to me. I do feel they have a shelter though - in our minds; countless elephants and unicorns in there.

    Thank you my dear :)

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  5. Kenia CrisFebruary 15, 2011 at 3:58 PM

    Andreas, when I thought this poem today, looking at those clouds in the sky, I also thought you would understand what I wanted to say and guess what? You're the fourth to comment and the first to actually get the meaning of it. =)

    I have a 'thing' with the sky, I contemplate it everyday, I don't ever want to forget how amazingly beautiful it is, day or night. As an adult, I still enjoy fnding animal shapes on clouds, very few people care about it these days and very few children as well. Guess they will never leave the childhood we did and I feel sorry for them.

    I also believe this 'mind shelter' you mentioned. I was just thinking, well, it was so hot and I wanted it to rain so bad, but when I spotted the animals, I then thought it would be horrible for them, they would have no place to hide, they would disappear!

    Andreas, thank you so much for caring.

    =*

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  6. Erick B.February 15, 2011 at 10:05 PM

    Um céu cheio de nuvens...
    Uma cabeça cheia de ideias...
    Será que são só elas que mudam?

    Simples e bonito, como tem que ser.

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    Revolução dos bichos no caminho ordinário para o trabalho, quer queira, quer não. Bóias-frias shakesperianos, loucos à La Boétie, contemplam Esopo e caem, desiludidos, no buraco-complexo de Zarathustra, que certa vez Isaac ou Newton me contou (meri_poet).

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  8. JuliaFebruary 15, 2011 at 10:53 PM

    Tartaruga, pato, elefante, unicórnio e tudo mais que se poder ver numa nuvem...!

    Lindo!

    Beijooooooo

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  9. Brian MillerFebruary 16, 2011 at 12:28 AM

    what an intriguing group of images...i wonder though if they care...and maybe that is the point...

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2011 at 12:38 AM

    A fun poem. I love all the different images.

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  11. hedgewitchFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:01 AM

    I just love this one, kenia. When I was sixteen or so I wrote a poem a little bit like it about camels and kangaroos--the fantasy here is light and warm like sun. Good one.

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  12. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:52 AM

    fantastical, innocent and smile-inducing, in whichever language :)

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  13. MontyFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:15 PM

    you took me back to laying in the grass and staring upward at the clouds. a place so long forgotten, cris. ty's, dear lady :)

    Monty / bum

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  14. Diana LeeFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:19 PM

    My first oneshot read of the day and I'm so glad...it sets a wonderful tone for the rest of my day :-) So glad to have found you.

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  15. ClaudiaFebruary 16, 2011 at 2:14 PM

    oh i love the playfulness in this..childlike and beautifully carefree

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  16. Steve IsaakFebruary 16, 2011 at 7:36 PM

    Great images, perfect, all that accompanies such honest praise.

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  17. Ribeiro PedreiraFebruary 16, 2011 at 9:01 PM

    fabuloso, literalmente...

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  18. Poeta da ColinaFebruary 16, 2011 at 9:47 PM

    Os errados são os que procuram abrigo.

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  19. KavitaFebruary 17, 2011 at 6:02 AM

    Aww...what a beautifully refreshing poem!! I hope it never rains for them.. and if and when it does, they are well protected ...

    A very sweet one, Kenia..

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  20. Shashidhar SharmaFebruary 17, 2011 at 8:45 AM

    Dear Kenia

    Great visualization.. and I am watching them form over head.. here in India...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-night-along-sea.html
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  21. Blog ownerFebruary 17, 2011 at 5:59 PM

    Olá, admiro a sua seriedade e inspiração!!
    Mesmo sem postar, sempre que posso acompanho suas poesias!
    Um grande beijo, de um admirador de seu talento.

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  22. HeatherFebruary 17, 2011 at 7:34 PM

    I love unicorns. Love the fantastical feeling here Kenia!

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  23. Anderson MeirelesFebruary 17, 2011 at 9:23 PM

    Mas há o abrigo que mora dentro...
    Belo post!
    Abraço!

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  24. JerryFebruary 17, 2011 at 10:08 PM

    and would they care at the end of this carefree, whimsical piece?

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  25. nothingprofoundFebruary 19, 2011 at 3:50 PM

    Childlike and fanciful, like painting by Miro. Their shelter, unlike ours, is that anise sky.

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  26. AliceFebruary 19, 2011 at 4:36 PM

    Até a chuva, então, pode ser abrigo.

    Um Beijo Kenia

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  27. MaryFebruary 21, 2011 at 10:59 AM

    I love the playful nature of this poem. It makes me smile today.

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