
The sun no longer
hides behind
hills
because there are no
more hills
There’s only
buildings. One
taller and wider
than the
other
Our parents told us
that this city
is growing, expanding
but as far as we
see
it’s only
doing so upwards
We are still
young, still harboring
hopeful visions
that one day
we’ll leave
and we talk about
these hopes
while sharing beer
and gin
on the curb overlooking
the park
at 9 PM
“If we don’t make it out
soon,” says a friend, “we’re
all gonna end up
like her.”
His hand is wrapped around
an opened beer can
and a finger detaches to
point over the low
fence
at a girl who sits
alone on
the swing
We all knew her
thought not
personally
just from sight
She came to the park daily
and stood
by herself,
usually on a swing. Not swinging
though. Just standing
still
Long ago
the adults told us
that she was ill
and everyone should just
leave her alone
We did. And we realized
she was ill
when we heard her
howl like a wolf
at night
as she’d start swinging
in the swing
Apparently she only
did that
when the park was
completely empty
And we could
end up like her if
we didn’t
make it out by the
time we grew older
Well, I don’t know
what to say.
In all those nights
when she went
up and down
and up and down
in the swing
and howled… she seemed
happy
Meanwhile I’ve seen
people
in better places than
this city
and they weren’t happy
one bit
Perhaps it’s all
a matter of
finding the right swinging
motion
and howling back
at the gods
I could see myself
doing that.
I could
see myself
doing
that
every night,
indeed
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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Bogdan’s poetry harbors a distinct darkness with an enlightening lesson. Don’t be quick to judge others and happiness isn’t the same for everyone. Some might find it in the strangest ways and that’s solely their concern – to hell what others might think. The problem arises when we try to give happiness a mundane character. There are many examples of living well but not knowing the joy of it.
Congratulations Bogdan!
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༼つ ◕‿◕ ༽つ Thank you, Terveen!
For featuring this poem and for the analysis 🙂
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This is wonderful Bogdan! Such a thought so beautifully developed and described. I think she might have been on to more than meets the eye… and you came to the right conclusion. Fascinating !
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Oh, thank you very much! ⊂( ・ヮ・⊂)
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Con mucho gusto Bogdan….I really like your name:) Not sure if you pronounce it with a long O like we do in Spanish…but i hope so:)
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Thanks! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
In Romania, we pronounce the words exactly as they’re written. Ours is also a phonetic language
ʕ๑→ᴥ←๑ʔ
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Such a beautiful thought… loved it, Bogdan 💫
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Thank you! ヘ(^‿^ヘ)
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Most welcome! 😃
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Thank you..I did a collaboration with a really talented composer from your country..I did several, but this was the best. Are you familiar with Akoviani? https://youtu.be/MbmMQrDXRX8
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Hmm, not really, but I’ll definitely check it out (´,,•ω•,,`)
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Fantastic write!
I knew a girl… not really knew, because we never talked, but she was swinging in the park like crazy each day (or so, I often seen her there). She seemed to let the world flow around her to oblivion.
Maybe it is the truth in life, howl back and swing away, roaring the sky.
I thank you for that beautiful post.
💌💌💗
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(づ ◕‿◕ )づ Oh, I thank you for checking it out!
Much appreciated! 🙂
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Dragos this is amazing and a great lesson to be learned here about not judging others. Also, what makes one person feel crazy might be exactly what the doctor order for another. I feel like soon we will all be like ants in a land of buildings with no sign of life except maybe the howling humans. I would sit on a swing by you and howl any day my friend. Big hugs and blessings, Joni
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Haha, THANK YOU! ⊂( ◕▿◕⊂)
Hugs and blessings! 🙂
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I don’t swing, but have been known to howl at the moon.
Intoxicating poem, Bogdan. 🥂🖤
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Thank you, Jai! ⊂( ◉‿◉ )つ
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My pleasure, Bogdan…love your wickedly dark work.
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