By Thomas Page
This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem.
A frieze trapping motion of a moment of unrest
Which will shape the lives of those who were blessed to be there;
A moment painted with rememberwhens and youhadtobetheres
By those hoping to recreate it with their tongue and teeth;
Making declarations that it was the “is” that made everything was because all pales in its light
Challenging the sun itself;
Sits on the mantle place by a roaring fire
Furious as the memories.