A Thought From The Threshold Of Pain Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Making way through the fire alarms
With a broken rear mirror in hand
The debris of fingers moved over
Heart shattered pictures of an escape
Through the solitary halls of blind light
There circled a thought from the threshold of pain
Whispered through the homeless birds’ cages
At the bottom of the staircase with a mad vision
On her palm Pythia the Stunt stood
Reading her own shadow off
Like a badly picked up trailer of a movie
That never saw its cinema projection
As the screens had been greedily swallowed
Like a fee cast to a poor director
Through the tyranny of madness fed on bravery charisma
There circled a thought from the threshold of pain
Like the last hero throwing away
The dice pictured in all Picaro faces
Straight into the arms of the hungry world
Craving a golden mean



Krceci put kroz protivpožarne alarme
Sa slomljenim retrovizorom u ruci
Srca prstiju preskakala je
Srcem izlomljene slike bjekstva
Kriz usamljene hodnike obnevidjelog svjetla
Kružila je misam sa praga bola
Šaptala kroz krletke bezdomnih ptica
U dnu stepeništa s poludjelom vizijom na dlanu
Stajala je Pitija Kaskaderka citajuci svoju tihu sjen
Kao loše izabran trejler iz nekog filma
Što nikada nije ugledao svoju projekciju
Jer platna bjehu halapljivo sažvakana
Kao honorar bacen siromašnom režiseru
Tiranijom ludila harizmom smjelosti hranjena
Kružila je misao sa praga bola
Ko posljednji heroj bacila je kocku
Oslikanu svim licima Pikara
Ravno u narucje gladnog svijeta
Što žudi za zlatnom sredinom

©Miroslava Odalovic