Berthweald Poem by Zyw Zywa
Berthweald
Every morning after the reveille
we hold a bicycle race
from the camp to the Meuse
At full speed I take
the last turn, right into
brand new barbed wire
invisible in the light of the sun
As proficient torturers two others
are colliding with me immediately
Flat tire, torn clothes
In a comic strip, I would now
be hanging horizontally
But I fall, rips in my flesh
gaping and bleeding
Bandages at breakfast
and then I lead my patrol again, what else
after the mysterious providence
of a farmer who's going to pasture on the river?
Absolutely a hilarious poem. The words you described here do truly show the funny and hilarious situations. Excellently worded, I have enjoyed a very lot. A 10++++++++++++++++++++++++for the ratings/votings. I really do not know what that means, but I just do as the rest, only with my own words. They do oft like this: 10. and that's all, but I am a lecturer and always give something more than the mark, like 10++++++++++++++++++++++
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7/31/2025 3:42:09 AM # 1.0.0
A GOOD poem amazingly worded. I have enjoyed a few times. Thank you, Zywa!
I write almost all of my poems in Dutch, and then translate them. In response to your praise for Berthweald and The Blessed Night I have added the Dutch versions Wellerlooi en De Gezegende Nacht. Dankjewel voor je belangstelling.