Out there,
many miles away,
something was happening.
The noise from Stalingrad shook my cradle
At the time there was no turtle shield around my senses
Protecting me from vibrations and noises
created by the second world war.
Seventy-five years later,
still no shield.
Göran Stille
Göran Stille 
Wow, Goran. Just Wow!! So few words, so much power. Your poems propel me into deep contemplation. I’ll be thinking about this one for a bit 🙂
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I think the message is that you have to face life head on- reality is reality. Am I close? Again thanks for introducing me to your blog. Not many read poetry these days- so keep it up.
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Dear Geoff. What you say does open an issue: do I face reality by using words to honour it, prepare for it or trying to seduce myself to do it? Looking back I believe I have prepared extensively to enter IRL. To a great extent, my writing goes under that cover. At present this makes me irritated. This may explain me being extremely sensitive to anyone even whispering about “what I should do”. Very few humans have gained my trust in their authority in this field. Most people dress their own needs in the clothes of telling me what to do. For the moment, I think that in words I know enough what to do. The key issue is the coupling from stating what to do over to actually doing it..
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