Miroslava Odalovic Poems

To my sister friend Yelena, a star that shines for the others (2007)

With the smell of your own blood
Tuck the twilights into the nests
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it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with drops of rain beating my heart away
with drops of wine dried in my mouth
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she thought she was in some kind of Paris
some kind of Venice or a Granade
but OMG this poor Granny
was walking in a dying beauty shade
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the babushka night with thousands of lunas inside
growing from a granny to a little girl’s sickle moon
cutting through the night as guilty of a night as charged
even though the stars don’t know that as yet
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Something happened
Somebody said
He didn’t know how
He didn’t know when
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I was born as a child of light
and I deliver the rainbow children
with the smile of the lake in which
love and peace are bathing
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Infinitesimal accounts
Created by gods supreme
Proverbially angered
Supposedly eternal
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the rings of fire I’ll throw into the sky
let the twilight burn let it burn the night
the fires of souls down the river flow
fire and yesterday fire and tomorrow
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Flashlights landmarks
Sunlight yellow
Snow white feet frozen
In purity of the dead silence
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