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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nMerge of painting and poster<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Dansk Overs\u00e6ttelse af digtet:<\/p>\n\n\n\n F\u00f8rst var jeg bl\u00e5 (sorgfuld) Jeg m\u00e5tte starte fra bunden Er det muligt at finde noget For mig repr\u00e6senterer dette digt afslutningen p\u00e5 en symbiose. To me this poem represents the end of a symbiosis. Process Of Teal At first I was blueHaving to learn to live without youFinding a ME without a YOUFinding a ME at allI\u2019ve never felt so small I had to start from scratch Green as can beFelt like I was playing catch To hold on to a memory Of who I wasBefore there was an […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1216,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[243,252],"tags":[105,86,85,106,170,169],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/trine.holmvard.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/ColorsOfALifetime_ProcessOfTeal_Merge-scaled.jpg?fit=1920%2C2560","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa3qJj-jy","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1212"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1212"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1222,"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1212\/revisions\/1222"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/trine.holmvard.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}*Scroll for English Translation\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Processen af Bl\u00e5gr\u00f8n<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Over at skulle l\u00e6re, at leve uden dig
At finde et MIG uden et DIG
At finde et MIG overhovedet
Jeg har aldrig f\u00f8lt mig s\u00e5 lille<\/p>\n\n\n\n
S\u00e5 gr\u00f8n som man kan v\u00e6re
Det f\u00f8ltes som om jeg legede fangeleg
For at holde fast i et minde
Af hvem jeg var
F\u00f8r var der et OS
F\u00f8r jeg farede vild i skoven
Og endte ved havet
F\u00f8r jeg skabte et OS
Og et DIG uden MIG<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Der kan hj\u00e6lpe mig med at starte forfra<\/p>\n\n\n\nTanker og fortolkning<\/h1>\n\n\n\n
I begyndelsen s\u00e5 jeg kun digtet i perspektivet af et brud, men gennem samtaler har jeg indset, at denne f\u00f8lelse opst\u00e5r, hver gang en tid i symbiose slutter.
De fleste af os kan nok relatere til f\u00f8lelsen af ,at v\u00e6re p\u00e5 den anden side af et brud og f\u00f8le, at man skal starte forfra. Sm\u00e5 ting som hverdagsm\u00f8nsteret \u00e6ndrer sig. Du har ikke l\u00e6ngere nogen at dele alt med, og du indser, at alle dine h\u00e5b og dr\u00f8mme ikke var dine alene, men planer, I havde lavet sammen.
N\u00e5r du er kommet dig lidt over at v\u00e6re blevet knust, begynder du at se tilbage p\u00e5 sidste gang, du bare var dig. Selvom den person m\u00e5ske er milevidt fra den, du er nu, begynder du at s\u00f8ge i din hukommelse efter noget, du kan bygge dig selv op af igen.
Denne f\u00f8lelse af at skulle finde dig selv uden for et forhold opst\u00e5r ikke kun ved brud, men i enhver form for symbiose, der ender. Det kan v\u00e6re den med din bedste ven, du plejede at lave alt sammen med, eller b\u00f8rn, der flytter hjemmefra for at skabe et nyt liv p\u00e5 egen h\u00e5nd.
En lektion om, hvor nemt det er, at miste sig selv i en anden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n*English Translation\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Thoughts and Interpretation<\/h1>\n\n\n\n
In the beginning I only saw the poem in the perspective of a break-up but through conversations I have realized that this feeling occurs every time a time in symbiosis ends.
Most of us can probably relate to the feeling of being on the other side of a break-up and feeling like you have to start all over again. Small things like your everyday pattern changes. You no longer have someone to share everything with and you realize that all your hopes and dreams wasn\u2019t yours alone but plans you had made together.
Once you have passed the devastation you start to look back at the last time you were just you. Though that person might be miles from who you are now you start searching in your memory for something you can build yourself upon again.
This feeling of having to find yourself outside of a relationship is not just applicable in break-ups but in any type of symbiosis that ends. It could be the one with your best friend you used to do everything with or children who is leaving home to create a new life on their own.
A lesson of how easy it is to lose yourself in someone else.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"