I talk
 

I talk about happiness
While I tend not to know
What it is

I talk about love
While my lovers leave me
Before the sun arises
It is as if her rays make clear to them
What they have done
As if they take away all romance
I thought my lovers were talking about love
But they had their minds on something else
Something more physical
More pleasing
Less poetic

I talk about misery
But I live in a place with no rain
And no sadness ever reaches my world
There are no evil creatures around here
This city is perfect


Perhaps I should talk about protection
Or naïve dreams
Because that is all I discover around here

lekkere woordkeus
maar volgens mij mis ik de clue... (dat zal aan mij liggen)
verder very cool poetry (y)

Bedankt. Ik geloof dat ik alles wat ik schrijf hier, uit moet leggen :) nu geen zin in :p

Even less poetic ah? Goodness gracious me ;) I'll take it your idea to compose this poem in English was, to say, somewhat far-fetched, hm? Pitty, I'd like to read it in Dutch, in English the meaning is crippled by 'monotone language-use', I'd say. Also the structural aspects are negelected, are they not? And I'd be the first to admit English is a far more 'magical' language for us, damned Dutchmen, but sometimes you'll have to decide, what language suits your purposes best.

in 1 woord: GEWELDIG!

Kan me er alleen maar bij aansluiten..

whaha..

kwou eerst zeggen kvinnut nogal op een ander gedicht lijken toen ik erachter kwam dat ik daarbij dit gedicht in mn hoofd had dak een andere keer al had gelezen :D

hehe

maar euh, kvinnem wel mooi, to the point.. maar niet heel bijzonder

Bedankt!
Is ook niet erg bijzonder, uitgekauwd onderwerp ;) En ach, in het Nederlands schrijven? English suits us, niet?