Today

Viime laua minu tuppa
sahtel sahtli haaval.
Tamme tänaval me kuumalt higistame,
kui suitsev lavendliküünal
lämmatab mu kollaseid seinu.

Puu on kapis, puu on lauas,
julgus minu ujeduses.
Karskes kevadvärskuses
mul vastad küsimusi.
Me minevikud su valgeil huulil.

Vahtrast viiul ja kasest unistus.
Noored vanast ajast mehed
pillavad tõe ja rahu noote.
Täna öösel lehtede kumas
ootan sädelust väsinud rõõmus.

Well, well...another poem. This one's about some great mamories aswell. The first verse is anout another day I had with Taavet. I had lived with his family for quite some time (our mother are/used to be friends). In Ireland, like. And I was moving out. It was a crisp spring day. And I remember I got his desk. I didn't move far. I used to live in The Oaks in Newbridge. I think it was 135 that was their's and I moved to...yikes,can't remember. All I know is when I moved the yet another time it was still within The Oaks and the last one was 218. Anyway, we were bringing the desk over to my new place, just across the street. And then we brought the drawers. We were carrying them as if they were briefcases. I even told Taavet, it was such a weird picture that I was gonna put it into a poem. And I did. I also got  frankincense off them. So when the everything was moved, I sat in my room, with the window open, the cold air pouring in and making the smoke of the frankincense quiver. Oh and my new room had yellow walls.

The second verse is about a poem that inspired me. It referred to trees, wood, timber as if it was the bone of the Earth. I just loved it so much that I had to have it in the poem. I was sitting at my computer (which I bought off Taavet) and totally out of the blue Stephen (the guy I talked about in my previous post, the guy I sort of dated) started talking to me on MSN after over a year long of silence. So I plucked up the courage to ask about our past. He said he "sidetracked"me cause he didn't think I was interested. Oh well. And I have brought out the crispiness of the waether in this verse. Plus, what seems like a random line is not so random - "our pasts on your white lips" - it's inspired by the feeling I got when listening to Creature by Elisa. Plus the "white" is nicked from the song's first verse. Hehee.

And the last verse...well, it's still partly about Stephen and wondering maybe something will spark up again. Plus I wanted to have my violin in the poem. And the birch tree that was standing outside my window. :)

At Taavet and his family's house

At the new house

Plus:

Am I skinny or what!? It's so surreal to think how skinny I have been for the most of my life and to think how...unfit I am now.