Krista Posted January 19, 2004 Report Share Posted January 19, 2004 Just something I wrote during boring classes......The estonian version is better though. If anybody is interested in it (if anybody here can understand it) then ask me. From North to South. Cold and moveless far-away Northland. Below ancient permafrost veins of life are throbbing but they have been forgotten. The ice.... covering everything. The water, the earth, the air... Large open ice fields that are under the shield of ice. Sources of life are trying, trying very hard yet they are frozen, wrapped by ice and the life will fade waiting for warmth that is not coming. Cold...ice.... Snow...falling from the sky and crystallizing. Coming down on a frosty ground. Soft....white... Cold. Descending from the sky so grey and cloudy... There are no colours. The sun is pale, like a dispersed spot watching the colourless world. It is like a distant star that doesn`t give light or heat. Like Sirius or the North Star. North.... Northern sun... Northern lights.... Flashing in the darkest night, in an eternal night...in a polar night. Showing a colourful light.... the only light... The cold light. Stars among northern lights. Shining... Like the sun that doesn`t give any heat. Beautiful....like eyes looking down at the cold land. The land is resting, resting of life. Peace, quiet.... Cold. Lonely but peaceful. No confusion..... no thoughts because the air is frozen and doesn`t move anything. The wind is just an ice crystal.. Frozen soul, mind, heart like the Northern Maiden has whose heart`s shield of ice even Väinamöinen`s song couldn`t break. Like the Queen of Ice whose soul is cold but who is powerful. Noone can beat her. Powerful emptyness wrapped in icy air. Peace...quietness... Stability. There`s no storm That could conquer the ice. There is no confusion. Tranquility reaching over endless snow fields. Cold. Suddenly a lonely ray of light has found the way into invisible yet existing crack in invincible shield of ice. So insignificant yet its heat melted the ice. The crack widened. Gentle warmth crept under the ice warming the sources of life and making them alive. More and more cracks... more rays... less cold..... less ice. Melting the earth and making the juices of life flow that had been waiting so long, hidden beneath the ice. The water is flowing. Slowly at first, then faster, stronger breaking the ice and changing the face of the North. Fading clouds in a blue sky. Colours. Bright colours in the sky and on the earth. Storm. Water raging and sweeping the last large chunks of ice that will disappear soon. The golden sun shining in the blue sky. Plants springing. Rain. Storm. Turmoil. Confusion which did not exist in the cold. Instability. Life.....Bubbling life Obligations. Obligation to notice the storm because it would be impossible not to. Warm...hot...burning... How to get away? Panic! There`s no way out. Must notice. Must be. The world has been unsettled. There is no peace, no quiet. Would like to go back.... back to the cold northland where the power was. Control. Longing... Longing for frostiness and the silver shield. Longing for the Northland.... If there hadn`t been that first ray that seemed so meaningless yet it was fatal. Hope... Where is hope? The hope has melted with the ice leaving behind confusion. An awful confusion... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krista Posted January 19, 2004 Author Report Share Posted January 19, 2004 Nähh...it is double now....my stupid stupid computer . But ega küll küllale liiga ei tee..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quincunx Posted January 19, 2004 Report Share Posted January 19, 2004 (Rydia sends the double post to oblivion with a wiggle of her ears. . .which raises a small whirlwind to whisk the extra copy away to Oz. Winkies and Munchkinlanders alike see it as a second sign from Dorothy.) . . .Wow. On the strength of this poem, I went back and re-read everything you've posted here. I'm frightened of this pitiless cold (but the time to run is past) and also frightened of the reckless life. . . >_ --Rydia, singing pointy ear shiny hunter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gwaihir Posted January 19, 2004 Report Share Posted January 19, 2004 The use of images in this poem is incredible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted January 19, 2004 Report Share Posted January 19, 2004 (edited) I enjoyed it, nicely written. I wish I knew estonian so I could read that as well. Edited January 19, 2004 by Loki Wyrd Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krista Posted January 19, 2004 Author Report Share Posted January 19, 2004 Thank you for getting rid of the duoble post Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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