As I stood in the car,
Traveling from the airport to Oulu,
I could hear the radio,
Where the speaker
Was speaking in finnish;
I could not but notice that foreign accent,
And those repetitive sounds,
In every two syllabuses
Of «tt»
And «kk»
It is needless to say,
That I could not understand one word;
It is in that moment though,
That I was seeing the language
In its essence;
Seeing the language for what it is;
A set of sounds
That are not connected to anything or anyone;








hello lovely poetess this is very interesting great write 💕
Hello Crimsin. Thank you for the feedback.
I liked this.
Thank you a lot. 🙂
You’re very good a setting up intrigue and suspense
Naaj
Thank you a lot dear.
My pleasure – dear 💖
I love reading your unique and fearless poems Ms A
You spoil me with your words and I like it a lot. 🙂
Good. You deserve this spoilage. It’s sweet though. 😉
Yes it is sweet.
Oooh. I’m ready for this!!!
🙂