Tallinn

[Krista]

Don`t take it so seriously but it`s quite true actually. Of course there is an option to look through pink glasses on it....which I usually tend to do but not this time.

 

Tallinn 2003

 

Grey clouds floating in the sky

that can`t be seen any more.

A ray of light? No, it`s just in my eyes

from where the sun can never be torn.

 

Blocks of flats from Soviet times

that are all the same everywhere.

From era when everything was a lie

but has it changed? Nobody cares.

 

The streets are full of cars

being there all days and nights.

I wonder where are the stars?

I can`t see them `cause lights are too bright.

 

On Viru street there are to men,

something evil is taking shape in their heads.

Dear tourists, hold your bags from them

when you so naively enjoy the sights there.

 

There`s an abandoned cat by a dustbin.

He`s as alone as a nearby dog.

There are hundreds of them in the dim,

surrounded by carelessness and fog.

 

Down the street people fastly go,

only gloom and silence in their face.

A little smile to each other? Oh no!

We have no such time to waste!

 

A day ends, comes a night

that is not really darker than day.

Will tomorrow be a little more bright?

Believe me, dear friend, no way!

[Yuki Kokoro]

I get a very clear mental image from this, nice job. I liked this especially: "A day ends, comes a night/ that is not really darker than day". Odd how the last line seems lighter and joking to me, instead of depressing, I think it's a combination of the "no way!" and the rhyme.

 

Otherwise a quite serious poem, I found the stanza on Viru street made me especially thoughtful.

[Peredhil]

You've captured the grey exterior feeling some of my Former-Soviet penpals have tried to describe. I'll have to point them to this.

 

Yet they also describe moments of warmth and happiness, safely hidden away behind closed doors, like stolen pearls of joy hidden in oysters of depression.

 

Welcome to the Pen!

 

-Peredhil