#untranslatables

[huariqueje]

Intraducibles ,  Untranslatables    -      Jerónimo Elespe , 2018, 

Spanish,b.1975-

Oil, acrylic, pencil on linen, 15 x 9 7/8 in.

[restlessmuseum]

detection poetry it turned inside out the interring mouth-to-mouth. an andful of augmented conjunctions where to carve out, half-meh fallowed half forbidden love poems. vestige of shards, i seek untranslatables. and dip a voicetip in the dirge or better, unground kernel versed of the head lowered in its element, always in the tightest spot, the flooredness finally propaedeutic for the unsinger

[glacialdreams]

tsundoku

Japanese for piled up books you intend to read someday (maybe)

piles and piles for miles

a catastrophe of my

literary mind

[glacialdreams]

sight

i am the aiteall,

 the clearing between showers,

  the brightness between shadows

in me you can see far beyond the shore

 where the small boats rest from their labors

the shoal of fish shimmer

 where the sun touches the sea,

the stadhan of gulls hovering over

 choosing their next meal

look farther still and you see the hope of a new life

away from the Troubles in this land,

but all lands have their own troubles

look back to the stadhan and the boats

seek that which is just out of reach

 and not that which cannot be seen

it is enough

[glacialdreams]

foiseach

(FAR-Sha) Irish word for grass not easily cut, especially on a hillside or in a verge

you are wild and troublesome

 and i would have you no other way

i would tear down all we have built to tame you,

 so you remain untamed

others are refined and stay in their place,

 make no ripples on the pond

you are the rock thrown high,

 the kersplash pending in the early morning stillness

[glacialdreams]

beochaoineadh

(Irish for an elegy for the living)

away from us he has gone

the stolen child

called away by life and lies

i knew him better than he knows himself

but those days are far off now

for he’s gone, the human child,

to the waters and the wild

the solemn-eyed will hear no more

our calling across the field

nor the noise of the board room

 or the pavement gray

for he seeks the slumbering trout

for they have given him unquiet dreams

with a faerie hand in hand

for the world’s more full of weeping

than he can understand

[glacialdreams]

Iktsuarpok

you are coming, but not yet

i look for your hat on the horizon

wide brim shading your weary face, still wearing a smile

the days are long without you, but then it is summer,

 the days are always long

i look again, look to the sky

 to see if birds will fly

  and tell me you are near

but the sky is clear save for one lonely cloud

has it been so long since you last came?

days, weeks or years, too long

the waiting is hard but you are worth it

 the visit worth a thousand years

i look again, what else can i do?

*Inuit word for the anticipation of someone’s arrival where one keeps going outside to look for them

[glacialdreams]

Wabi-Sabi

tender ugly scar 

reminder of the faith leap

regrets left behind