Miroslava Odalovic Poems

a mother with a childless lap
raped on an assembly line
I can't wipe away the tears
from your cold beloved cheeks
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anima blanca
unwritten dust
who is trying to run away from you
drawning you deep within a lake
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Not a single thing could comprise
The secret geography of this body
Limbs stretching close alive
Hands weaving the lines fingers apart
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the blue is anxious for love
the blue is hungry for colours
the blue's too thirty for earthly dry lips
listen to this midnight
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da on je znao ko mu je tkao
ko mu je tkao carobni sag
on nikad ne bi ni njemu ni sebi
stopalom ljudskim sazido prag
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Plavi se iznad sunca
Ko brijeg širok poljima snivam
Kosa raspletena nad osmjehom zore
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Tajno tamna sunčano bilo
Do tkanja tvoga nesvita i zore
Sa zova do mira dola i gore
Pozovi me sebi nemušta silo
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a time to choose
a lazy bed meditation
a blessing of not doing anything
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Ponekad su umjesto jutra
Kroz guste magle mudračkih kosa
Osvitale kiše
Kapci otvarali nova pitanja
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u šaci strepnje istine gore
suza vremena u njoj tiho gine
s kapija uskih razum i stid zbore
u naručju tihom da se lako vine
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