Farzaneh Dorri, an Iranian born Danish poet and writer, shares her three poems. Her favorite form of expression is poetry

Farzaneh Dorri is an Iranian born Danish poet, who was born in Abadan and grown up in Isfahan. She has resided in Copenhagen since 1985. She earned her Master of Arts from Roskilde University. From 1997 to 2008, she worked as Danish teacher. Since 2009, she has worked as a case-manager.

Farzaneh Dorri’s favorite form of expression is poetry. She is an active author and has been performing as a poet as well as a translator. She has strong passion for writing and translating poetry.

Dancing clouds

The sky is blue

And it’s empty

The street is grey

And it’s empty

The garden is green

And it’s empty

The window is dark

And it’s empty

The sheet is white

And it’s empty

I’m thinking of you

I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining

Now the sheet is a window

Full of light

I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining

Now the window is a garden

Full of flowers

I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining

Now the garden is a street

Full of people

I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining

Now the street is heaven

Full of clouds

They dance

They dance … and now

The world is

Full of you.

***

Digitization of work

Good morning

The email system is broken

The computer network is out of order

The website of company has been hacked

Data is changed

Inquiries are waiting;

Be patient please!

And remember the fact, that 

Many IT staff don’t thrive on their job.

That’s the highest digitized society

Enjoy your day.

Sincerely yours

Artificial intelligence

***

A view of Copenhagen

Soul of my City

My city has no feet

My city has got wheels

Relentless noisy wheels.

My city has no eyes

My city has got glasses

A pair of pretentious sunglasses.

My city has no thoughts

My city has got receivers

Receivers for low and high frequencies

My city runs

But does not know where,

My city buys

But does not know why,

My city is sad

My city is lonely

My city is ill

And each day cuts off the head of one of its doves

To calm down its pain.

My city

Has got a heart

But it’s not in love.

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