This Monday's theme is Beauty. given by Diane at On the Border. Last Wednesday I wrote of the opposite, because that was what met my eyes going to town. Today my eyes still long for architectural beauty, and this is mirrored in my poem.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
I must admit, as I get older,
Find beauty in the simple thing
A drop of dew, a golden ring
But also in a house - it's true -
Where doors and windows, chimney too
Yes even handles, bricks and stone
Sit in the place where they alone
Give pleasure to the watching eye.
And I must say that glass and steel
And concrete grey just make me feel
A bit more grey and cold inside.
My words not heard, at least I tried.
Next Monday's theme is Paper, courtesy of Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey.
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mandag den 30. september 2019
onsdag den 25. september 2019
Words for Wednesday -- 25 September
For the last time the Words for Wednesday are given to us by Delores of Mumblings. This is the end of her blogging presence. I sure hope her blog will stay online. She has given us a lot to think over ...
The Oneness of the UniverseWhenever I get inspired, I'll put up my contribution.
and/or
Gravity
or a selection of words
bland
crunch
toothache
milk duds
romance
atmosphere
Poetry Monday Preview and Rant :: Hæslinge -- Uglyville
The coming Monday's theme is Beauty. Today I go with the opposite, because that is what's happening to my surroundings right now.
First comes a rant -- only in Danish -- and then poems and photos -- bilingual -- of how "my" town has been uglified. Not the town where I live, but where I mostly go shopping. They just opened a new supermarket in an old one's left over buildings. But of course not withot first making the building look more like the rest of the town.
Da Uglemor, Skribenten og de dengang kun to Ugelunger flyttede på landet, var den nærmeste "storby" Helsinge, en glad lille by. Der var mange forskellige butikker, små og større supermarkeder, hobbybutikker, genbrug og specialbutikker. Byen var charmerende i sin grimhed, ikke uden grund omtales den kærligt som Hæslinge af indbyggere og omegnens folk.
Helsinge er stadig den nærmeste by, men den er ikke charmerende længere. Der begyndte i 2009 med VP-arkaden og omegn - nej I skal ikke forestille jer noget med glastage, og flotte udsmykninger som i udlandet, Det er mere prosaisk, stål, plast og beton. Men i begyndelsen var væggene beklædt med trælister og beton-dimserne malet i alle regnbuens farver. Men som sagt i 2009 blev træet pillet ned, erstattet med gråt stål og regnbuefarverne blev overmalet med lys koksgråt.
Det var vist også på det tidspunkt, at Regnbuen, Helsinges vartegn og butikkernes kendemærke blev savet i stykker og kørt på lossepladsen.
Så blev den gule Kvicklybygning først hvid og senere mørk koksgrå.
Flere af butikkerne i byen blev efterhånden ramt af denne smitsomme lidelse.
I går var Uglemor inde i Helsinge igen. Der åbner snart en ny, større Netto i den gamle Irma. Selv om Uglemor stadig savner Irma, er hun glad for en ny Netto lige ved stationen. Men behøver den nu også at blive malet mørkegrå?
I 2009 skrev jeg et protestdigt mod forgrimmelse og gråmaling af Helsinge. Det synes ikke at have hjulpet der fjerneste. Det blev endda bragt i Ugeposten, vores lokalavis, omendskønt i en meget forvirrende opsætning.
I vil male byen grå,
grå og trist at kigge på.
Glas og stål af gråt indrammes,
fest og sjov og farver lammes.
Frygter I ej handelen rammes
når I maler byen grå?
In 2009 I wrote a poem against uglifying and grey painting of "my" town, Helsinge -- known as Hæslinge, which means Uglyville. It did not help one little bit.
Our town is grey and dark
Left of colours - not a spark
Don't you fear for the recession,
Getting caught up in depression
People leaving from oppression,
When you paint our town so grey?
Billeder siger ofte mere end ord, så her er Irma vinteren 2011
This picture is the old Supermarket, Winter 2011
Ny Netto september 2019:
And the new one, September 2019.
First comes a rant -- only in Danish -- and then poems and photos -- bilingual -- of how "my" town has been uglified. Not the town where I live, but where I mostly go shopping. They just opened a new supermarket in an old one's left over buildings. But of course not withot first making the building look more like the rest of the town.
-- ⚉ --
Da Uglemor, Skribenten og de dengang kun to Ugelunger flyttede på landet, var den nærmeste "storby" Helsinge, en glad lille by. Der var mange forskellige butikker, små og større supermarkeder, hobbybutikker, genbrug og specialbutikker. Byen var charmerende i sin grimhed, ikke uden grund omtales den kærligt som Hæslinge af indbyggere og omegnens folk.
Helsinge er stadig den nærmeste by, men den er ikke charmerende længere. Der begyndte i 2009 med VP-arkaden og omegn - nej I skal ikke forestille jer noget med glastage, og flotte udsmykninger som i udlandet, Det er mere prosaisk, stål, plast og beton. Men i begyndelsen var væggene beklædt med trælister og beton-dimserne malet i alle regnbuens farver. Men som sagt i 2009 blev træet pillet ned, erstattet med gråt stål og regnbuefarverne blev overmalet med lys koksgråt.
Det var vist også på det tidspunkt, at Regnbuen, Helsinges vartegn og butikkernes kendemærke blev savet i stykker og kørt på lossepladsen.
Så blev den gule Kvicklybygning først hvid og senere mørk koksgrå.
Flere af butikkerne i byen blev efterhånden ramt af denne smitsomme lidelse.
I går var Uglemor inde i Helsinge igen. Der åbner snart en ny, større Netto i den gamle Irma. Selv om Uglemor stadig savner Irma, er hun glad for en ny Netto lige ved stationen. Men behøver den nu også at blive malet mørkegrå?
-- ⚉ --
I 2009 skrev jeg et protestdigt mod forgrimmelse og gråmaling af Helsinge. Det synes ikke at have hjulpet der fjerneste. Det blev endda bragt i Ugeposten, vores lokalavis, omendskønt i en meget forvirrende opsætning.
I vil male byen grå,
grå og trist at kigge på.
Glas og stål af gråt indrammes,
fest og sjov og farver lammes.
Frygter I ej handelen rammes
når I maler byen grå?
-- ⚉ --
In 2009 I wrote a poem against uglifying and grey painting of "my" town, Helsinge -- known as Hæslinge, which means Uglyville. It did not help one little bit.
Our town is grey and dark
Left of colours - not a spark
Don't you fear for the recession,
Getting caught up in depression
People leaving from oppression,
When you paint our town so grey?
-- ⚉ --
Billeder siger ofte mere end ord, så her er Irma vinteren 2011
This picture is the old Supermarket, Winter 2011
Ny Netto september 2019:
And the new one, September 2019.
mandag den 23. september 2019
Poetry Monday :: My Favourite Drink
Quite a long poem to tell of my favourite drink.
The theme this Monday is given by Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey.
When first we found the house of dream,
The Owlery where we live all.
It was a cloudy day with rain.
I went there with two Owlets small.
When we had looked at house and garden
At yellow house among green grass,
I told my daughter "Beg your pardon.
There one test yet the house must pass."
We went all through the village looking,
but nowhere answers could be found.
Nobody was at home and cooking.
In the end we reached sacred ground.
The little village had a church
around the church were graves and tombs.
And in this place we went to search
the place for watering cans and brooms.
And there we found a water tap.
We let the water run a spell
while quick I folded from a scrap
of paper a cup for our thirst to quell.
The water tasted sweet and good.
And now we both knew that we stood
where we would live. Hear what I say
Fresh water's my favourite any day.
And the theme for next Monday is Beauty. Courtesy of Diane.
The theme this Monday is given by Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey.
When first we found the house of dream,
The Owlery where we live all.
It was a cloudy day with rain.
I went there with two Owlets small.
When we had looked at house and garden
At yellow house among green grass,
I told my daughter "Beg your pardon.
There one test yet the house must pass."
We went all through the village looking,
but nowhere answers could be found.
Nobody was at home and cooking.
In the end we reached sacred ground.
The little village had a church
around the church were graves and tombs.
And in this place we went to search
the place for watering cans and brooms.
And there we found a water tap.
We let the water run a spell
while quick I folded from a scrap
of paper a cup for our thirst to quell.
The water tasted sweet and good.
And now we both knew that we stood
where we would live. Hear what I say
Fresh water's my favourite any day.
And the theme for next Monday is Beauty. Courtesy of Diane.
fredag den 20. september 2019
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