enveloped with smog welcomes next
normal with everyday life, day
stone buildings, grey places of the human existence
indicators of happiness and the human drama
are glancing with eye sockets of shutters
towards the moving board of the roadway
after which are dragging, not ended
caravans of the vehicles
with diversity of colours, glittering of varnishes
they are trying to revive the pitiful panorama
are throwing at the eyes striped zebra
and colour lightings of intersections
when this way you are waiting for green
look at the rushing death
think about it how many
a life is worth....
I love your poetry Dagmara. It has a very natural flow and rythym, you are very gifted. Kind regards, Marie
Anna, I feel an allegorical touch while reading this poem.You use here a reality-a reality where we are running from morning to night.Your approach remembers me that of Bernard Shaw.Anna, you are a genius.
Interesting, and very good written poem. 'grey places of the human existence' - excellent! I like it very much. (10v.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet 'a life is worth wold 'over people accepted that its a nice poem thanks