Life in a Fishbowl for Daily Photo

Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry

“When the fishbowl gets too small, it’s time to pack up and leave and jump into the lake or ocean” Travie McCoy

Life in a Fishbowl for Daily Photo

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Through the looking glass
Life in a fishbowl will pass
It may not have much class
Or even built to long to last

So drop down your stones
And spare by weary bones
This place, I call home
A small see-through fishbowl

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Evil for Daily Photo

Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour

“My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry ’til a more convenient season”
Mary Todd Lincoln

Evil for Daily Photo

They call me evil
But I am not illegal
I am pretty and pink
You try to act so tough
But, soon enough
Your teeth in me you’ll sink

But
I am not evil
I am a delicious
Dough-nut!

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Eino Leino Day aka Day of the Poetry and Summer (06.07.2016)

Posted in Celebration, Fandom, National Poetry Day

“Life is always struggle with eternal forces” Eino Leino

Eino Leino Day aka Day of the Poetry and Summer (06.07.2016)

Eino Leino (6 July 1878 – 10 January 1926) was a Finnish poet and journalist and is considered one of the pioneers of Finnish poetry. His poems combine modern and Finnish folk elements. The style of much of his work is like the Kalevala and folk songs. Nature, love, and despair are frequent themes in Leino’s work. He is beloved and widely read in Finland today.

Works in Finnish by Eino Leino at Project Gutenberg

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Nocturne

(translated to English by Rupert Moreton)

Hark! My ears are catching corncrake’s clicking,
Silver moonlight shines on cobhead corn;
Summer evening’s blessing me, enriching,
Valley’s wreaths of smoky slash and burn.
Neither joying I, nor grieve I, mournful;
But for forest’s darkness am I yearnful,
Rose-gilt clouds the day’s protracted ending,
Windy sleeping hill o’er all extending,
Fragrant twinflower, shortening, lingering shade;
These the things from which my heart-song’s made.

Lady June-July, for you I’m singing,
Great the silence of my ardent heart,
Merry music make, for faith is mounting,
Verdant wreath of oak eternal start.
Foolish errands now I’ll make no longer,
Fortune blessèd hands will grasp the stronger;
Rippled pool of circles now decreasing;
Time has ceased and weathervane is sleeping;
Stretches road at twilit end of day,
Bound for home unknown, I take its way.