Such awkwardness
as we go about the business
of rebuilding the wall of trust
attempting to form some chemistry, between the two of us
I've never built a house, I don't know where to start
but if you were to help, it could be a work of art
oh but how? how can we build a house upon such slippery foundation
the mortar that is lies, let downs, and deprivation
building house in slippery foundation, good writing, thanks. Please read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a poignant poem. The speaker has the right intentions, she want to restore health to an ailing bond. Still she is acutely aware of how much would have to be restored and the task is almost - beyond her imagination, much more her efforts. This is a very open-ended poem. I cannot offer her any hope because the bond she wants to restore may be too damaged for repair. But I wouldn't want to encourage her to give up either. The paralysis I feel is nothing compared to what she must be feeling.