Darryl Pearce
Stories (7/0)
Summer
The heat it shimmers the horizon far I glance the fuel gauge slowly reaches low Sands burning stretch beyond the distant hills The sun and heat scream rage against my brow Shall I return to my true love so fair Or seek my fate in parts unknown nor seen? We used to fit like hand in glove we were How far apart we've grown How could this be? I sense her eyes they search for me all day Will I return or carry on up north? Desperately she longs for me and prays I slow my car and contemplate this worth I'll turn this car around and make for home She waits for me with broken heart forlorn
By Darryl Pearce3 years ago in Poets
Languages of Pleasure
I love translating between Chinese, Japanese and English. Chinese has grammar remarkably similar to English. One of my favourites is the Chinese word for contradiction: Maodun 矛盾. Its origin is from Classical Chinese. Someone boasted of having a spear that could penetrate anything and an impenetrable shield. Another proposed taking these two items to market. As these two weapons are mutually exclusive, the word maodun was formed.
By Darryl Pearce3 years ago in Education
Languages of Pleasure
I love translating between Chinese, Japanese and English. Chinese has grammar remarkably similar to English. One of my favourites is the Chinese word for contradiction: Maodun 矛盾. Its origin is from Classical Chinese. Someone boasted of having a spear that could penetrate anything and an impenetrable shield. Another proposed taking these two items to market. As these two weapons are mutually exclusive, the word maodun was formed.
By Darryl Pearce3 years ago in Education