Poems by Farzaneh Dorri

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Biography: 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 MA 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 she 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;
We know, that it results in lost productivity
Be patient please!
and remember the fact, that 
many IT staff don’t thrive on their job,
then ongoing problems can go on for days.
Probably, the problems lead to Security Breaches.

That’s the highest digitized society
Enjoy your day.

Sincerely yours
Artificial intelligence

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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