That young woman asleep in the armchair
is my future wife
soft thighs underneath her skirt
the faraway neck,
her eyes move behind the eyelids,
she does not know that she loves me,
how the burning flowers
are soon going to awaken her up
with their scent
Markus Jääskeläinen
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This is a beautiful poem, the imagery is wonderful…I wish I was able to read the other poems, especially the ones set in Australia (Glebe, Tamarama,Eukalyptus) as this is where i live.
Poetry is a great source of inspiration….and expression
Liza Paizis
Thanks, Liza, I appreciate it! I’m translating some of my poems into English from time to time, maybe I’ll get around to doing the ones on the Sydney suburbs as well…
Poetry is an inspiration – as are the people and the places you visit, and Sydney and Sydneysiders have a lasting place in my heart.