By Thomas Page
The Untranslatable
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.
Bells and tolls drum up impatience
As the schedule molds and stales
And foot taps staccato.
Check phone
Check clock
Check phone
Check clock
Move pillow
Rinse
Repeat
The orchestra is ready to crescendo
As nervous fugues reiterate themes of doubts about today’s plans.
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Language: Inuit
