WHERE HAVE YOU GONE - DEAR POEMS OF MINE?
Joanna Svensson

                                                       

My poems!
My dear, dear poems!
Where are you?
Where have you all gone?

Are you maybe dressed
Dressed in foreign words
Dressed in foreign languages

Frightened to silence
In a scarry, foreign land
Chained together - side by side
In beautiful leatherbound volumes

Forced to
Belong to
Someone who stole your freedom
And put his signature beneith you

But you long for me
I know that you long for me
And at night
When darkness falls
And evil sleeps

With the power of thought
You will take to the sky
And fly home to your home again
Here where you all were created

When we once again are gathered
Here by the fireside
I see some of you
are worn and torn
Some of you have cutaway shades
Shades that only I can see

Some are truncated
Others rebuilt
To such an extent
They don't recognize themselves

So then I bring forth
All your precious sketch books
Where you all have lived
Ever since you were born

The genie of inspiration
Who lives here in our library
Will heal you all
With the tears of the Fenix

So please don't worry
Here is where you belong
Your home is here - right here

And those who's stolen
Your true identity
Are doomed already
By laws of the universe

The shadow of eternal guilt
Will always hunt them
Because everything you send
Out into the universe
Good or bad
Will return to you

©®Joanna Svensson
Private picture: Swenstorp Sweden
20/01 2020