Poetry Monday :: Distance

Delores of Mumblings and Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey is taking turns hosting Poetry Monday.
Today's theme is Distance. But unlike the last two Mondays where a poem emerged in MotherOwl's brain, just needing the final touches, this poem has been long in the making. It has morphed from a grumpy poem about forced digitalization and pollution, to an inane love your neighbour-thing, to end up as this flippant little verse
The Danish version is more despondent, less defiant than the English one. 

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     Delores fra Mumblings og Jenny fra Procrastinating Donkey  skiftes til at opkaste et tema til et mandagsdigt. Dagens tema er afstand. Det måtte jeg grunde en hel del over, i modsætning til de foregående uger, hvor næsten færdige rim er opstået af sig selv i Uglemors omtågede hjerne.
     Den danske version er lidt mere nedtrykt og lidt mindre trodsig end den engelske.

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A distance is a far away,
a place to go another day.
Or maybe just a little time,
The time it takes to make a rhyme.

At distance everything looks fine,
The water's blue, the grass is green.
Why is it that we always yearn
For something new to see and learn?

What distance is the right to keep
to sleeping dragons - let them sleep.
Yet close enough to sneak a look
of challenges that we never took.  

Oh distance, you have led astray
my mind to long for coming day.
But if it comes, we do not know.
All what we have is here and now!

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En afstand - det er længere bort.
Måske en dag, så blir den kort.
Måske er det en times tid
en stakket stund, en ussel frist?

På afstand ser det herligt ud:
det grønne løv, en solbrændt hud.
Hvorfor er det vi længes mod,
de ting vi ikke helt forstod?

Hold afstand, bjørnen sover vist.
Kom vi for nær, blev enden trist.
Hvor tæt kan vi mon komme på
de eventyr vi så som små?

Åh afstand du har narret mig.
Jeg længes mod en anden vej
med eventyr, med gys og gru.
Men alt, jeg har er her og nu.

Theposekugle -- 3 -- Tea Bag Bauble

     Uglemor fik endnu en idé til en theposekugle, og som det så ofte sker, flettede Uglemor bare løs uden at tænke på sin arme blog.
     Det vil sige vi fik lige en forsmag i min blog om oprydning i kunsten.
     Kig lige her, Uglemor er i gang med endnu en kugle. 

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MotherOwl had an idea for yet another tea bag bauble. And as sometimes happen, she just began folding with not a thought for the blog.
We actually had a sneak preview in the artistic mess-post.
Look at what's happening - yes it's another bauble.

Her er de sidste tre sider ved at være færdige. Tegningen er endnu engang arbejdsnotater og opskrift i et.

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The three last faces are on their way Work-notes and planning once again in a drawing.

Færdige. Det minder om de der sekskantede puslespil med halve edderkopper, professorer eller hvad der nu var på. Brikkerne passer kun på én måde. 

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And done. It reminds me of those puzzles with hexagonal blocks having half a bug or whatever on each side. They only fit in one place.

     Flere og flere brikker bliver sat på plads. 

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Adding more pieces to the puzzle.

      Og færdig. Der er absolut idé bag galskaben. Er det til at se?

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And done. There's method in the madness. Can you see it?

Kreativ kaffepause -- Creative Coffebreak

       Forleden dag var der en der lagde denne her tegning op på facebook.

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Some days ago somebody posted this cartoon on facebook

  Bestie

Det kan jeg totalt relatere til. Også når jeg tager billeder, det er et superfint motiv, men så når jeg kommer hjem, så er den fine udsigt fuld af lygtepæle, huse, biler, sære mennesker og så videre. Det var der med garanti ikke, da jeg tog billedet. 😉 Jeg tror ligefrem ens hjerne rydder op medens man kigger.
     Lad mig vise, hvad jeg mener. Det er kaffepause, jeg drikker kaffe og fletter videre på en ny theposekugle.
     Sådan her så det ud med mine øjne.

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I can so relate to this. Sonetimes when I take a phpoto of something, I come home and look at it, and then I think, well nice photo, but who put all those telephone poles, signal masts, houses, dogs and even some crazy people in my nice picture. I honestly did not see them. I sometimes think the brain does some cleaning, whenever you look at the world.
Let me demonstrate with a photo from my coffee break. I was drinking coffee while weawing teabag baubles.
This is how it looked when I used my eyes.

Her er hvad mit kamera så!

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And this is what my camera saw!

Words for Wednesday -- 27. February -- Unicorn Farm 24

 The prompts for February are provided by River at Drifting through Life.
 
1. passport
2. movies
3. puffed
4. complete
5. transport
6. bleach

and/or:

1. avenue
2. helicopter
3. fair
4. clearly
5. foolishness
6. ability

Once again I wrote a small chapter from my magical autobiography. This time I had a hard time writing. A virus, passing around us coughing fits and a headache did nothing to improve on my inability to put either passport or avenue in my story. In the end I gave up, and now present it as it is.

The story continues where it left off last. 

Next morning Susan awoke in the dark. It was very early, very cold, and the rain had turned to snow. Susan went to the windows and looked out into a white world. It was snowing; blowing even more than on that infamous day where she braved a blizzard to buy sugar. And that had been on paved roads. Here on the island there were only footpaths through stubble-fields and copses and along the cliff with a sheer drop down to the beach. Clearly it would be sheer foolishness to brave the elements to get to the Unicorn Farm.
"Oy, Susan!" Heidi said from her bed. "Get your chin up. Have you forgotten that we're witches and wizards. Tue and Lis will bring us along, when they 'port there"
Susan's smile was enough to brighten even the darkest day. They woke up the rest of the magician's family with their happy shouts.

While eating breakfast with the whole family Susan placed the folder from Fontaine de Jouvence on the table, and asked if anybody had seen it before.
"But yes," Kai said, "that is one of several folders that  were handed out to the wizarding families in the beginning of the Christmas holidays. I did not like the place much, and put it somewhere on a table. It must have ended up in your books."
"I think I threw out the rest," Sandra added. "Those resorts are always priced much over our ability. And they have such an artificial feel. Complete with puffed up movie stars and blondes out of bleach bottles."  
Tue and Lis smiled at one another. "In the movies that man in the circle would be the villain," Lis said and pointed at Torben's friend.
"He sure looks the part," Sandra said. "Hmm, he reminds me of somebody. Someone I once knew. I think he has something to do with transport. A helicopter maybe. Oh bother. Look at the clock. It's time to run."

They quickly put on their scarves, boots, gloves and so on,  and Tue and Lis grabbed one of Susan's and Heidi's hands each. The now-familiar dizziness enclosed Susan and when the fog cleared, they stood behind the big bales at the Unicorn Farm.
They walked quickly into the barn, where they shed all the layers of clothes and dressed in the striped skirts and trousers of the Farm's school uniform.
Here their ways parted, Heidi, Tue and Lis all pulled on the short purple tunics that marked them as members of the transformations team and left the barn with Jon, the black Norwegian, that as always had something of the pirate over him.
Susan found a green tunic in the stacks, and looked around for more of the elements team. She spotted Marja and Josta, the fair haired Finnish sister and brother. They were soon joined by the tall Veronika, also from Denmark, Swedish Kalle and Anna, also brother and sister and cousins of Helge. Then Knud, alone of all in black tunic, came sauntering from somewhere in the back of the barn. Last came Kirstin and Rósa together with Gilvi and Thora, the professors. They were almost covered in snow. They hurriedly shook out their clothes, but still a fair amount of snow clung to them. When they too had donned the school uniform, Gilvi spoke to them all:  "Well my Elementarian apprentices. Let' get some snow magic on."

Optimistisk marts -- Optimism Month

     Ifølge Messymimi er marts optimismens måned. Optimisme er da noget, vi har brug for mere af, så lad os begynde måneden med et par gode nyheder

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According to  Messymimi March is Optimism Month. More optimism is surely something we need.
Let's begin this month with some good news.  

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1. Man kan få Bedre vejr. 

    Ja, det er navnet på en vejrtjeneste, der bruger DMIs gamle layout. Herligt.

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1. You can have Better Weather.

    Yes, this really is the name of the weather service using the old lay out from DMI.

2. Vi får vores køreplaner på stoppestederne tilbage igen!
    Nogen gange hjælper det at brokke sig.

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2. We'll have the time tables back on our bus stops again.
    Sometimes complaining helps.

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Det her vil ikke ske igen. -- 😌 --  This won't happen again.

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BAH!