31 January 2018

Growing up


I've been waiting
- for almost thirty years -
that I will finally grow up.
But I feel like

I’m still just pretending:
drinking wine, a little,
while preparing dinner,
and there is the coffee
in the morning…
It smells like the old kitchen...

The small Sokol was speaking
on the top of the fridge
- it had a worn-out
brown leather case -
with a wire attached
to the light switch
- Daddy tinkered it...
The lunch was
already wrapped up.
Aftershave scented…
Sometimes a bit
also its taste…
At a quarter past seven,
we went to school.
My little sister and I.

It was so simple.
A familiar,
one-way street,
solicitous eyes followed,
took care of us...
Then I noticed
I was going alone.
And I felt proud,
as when I was five
and realized that
no one held my bike.

And there came
partings of the ways,
series of involved
roundabouts.
Potholes, dead ends ...
Hooted sweeping past years ...
I thought I would grow up
by the time I get here ...
Coffee fragranced kitchen. And I...
Sometimes, I play an adult.
Like back in the days.



























Felnövök egyszer

Várom  már, vagy
harminc éve , hogy
egyszer végre
felnövök,
de mintha még most is
csak megjátszanám:
ha főzök, bort iszom,
és reggelente ott a kávé...
Illata, mint a régi konyháé...

Szólt a kis Sokol a hűtő tetején

 ütött-kopott barna bőrtokja volt 
egy dróttal a villanykapcsolóba
kötve  apu bütykölte...
A tízórai már becsomagolva várt.
Arcszesz illatú ... egy kicsit
néha az íze is... Negyed nyolckor
suliba mentünk. A húgom meg én.

Olyan egyszerű volt.

Ismerős, egyirányú utca,
féltőn kísérő tekintetek...
Majd észrevettem,
hogy már egyedül megyek,
és büszke voltam,
mint ötévesen, amikor
rájöttem, hogy a biciklit
nem fogja senki sem.

És jöttek az útelágazások,

kusza körforgalmak sora.
Kátyúk, zsákutcák...
Tülkölve elszáguldó évek...
Azt hittem, felnövök,
mire ide érek...
Kávéillatú a konyha. És én
 néha – felnőttet játszom.
Mint annak idején.


























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36 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Edit. We all have a child inside us who doesn't want to grow up.
    Amalia
    xo

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  2. "I thought I would grow up
    by the time I get here ..."

    I love this line, also the part about playing adult. I can relate!

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  3. Your poem is so beautiful, Edit. I have read it many times.
    Wishing you a happy day!

    Hugs, Ida

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    1. Thank you, dear Ida! You are so kind! :) Big hugs!

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  4. BEYOND REMARKABLE POETRY DEAR EDIT!!!

    GREAT job
    Amazingly done with complete sense and each word speaks for the message you have my dear friend!

    what lovely last thought "i play adult like before i used to do" just great!

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    1. Thank you, my dear friend! Big hugs to you! :)

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  5. Lindas imagens Edit. Feliz fim de semana.

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  6. Beautiful!
    You are not alone, I believe most of us miss the old days, when life was indeed simpler in many ways. And I think most of us are adults only partially... and it's good so. :)
    Big hugs! ♥

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    1. Thank you, dearest Sara, thank you. ♥♥♥
      Big, big hugs!

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  7. Wonderful post - makes me think of when I was a little girl sitting in my mother's lap.

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  8. Such sweet memories! Lovely poetry.

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  9. Hello dear Edit!
    Wonderful poem and lovely pictures!
    Fond memories of your childhood!
    I don’t want to grow up!
    Have a lovely week and a happy February!Hugs!
    Dimi...

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  10. Wonderful words and photos ~ need that 'inner child' alive and well no matter the age!

    Happy Week to you,
    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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  11. I like your poem. Other than the responsibilities, I have yet to truly grow up. :-)

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  12. I enjoyed both the photos and the poetry. Beautifully done!

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    1. Thank you very much! Have a great week! :-)

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  13. I enjoyed your poetry and your lovely photos. Have a great week.

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    1. Thank you very much! :-) Have a lovely week!

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  14. On the outside… grow up ….
    on the inside… never do ;-)

    Have a splendid, ♥-warming ABC-Wednes-day / -week at https://abcwednesday.com
    ♫ M e l d y ♪ (ABC-W-team)
    http://melodyk.nl/24-G

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    1. Absolutely! :-) Thank you for reading and taking time to write, Melody! Have a lovely day! :-)

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  15. I like the days when I don't consider the question of growing up. :-) Your poem caught the wonder of it all for me.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, dear Susie!
      Have a beautiful day!

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    1. Thank you very much! Have a lovely weekend!

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