Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 83 Points (Montenegro)

Burn - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

thousands in dreams feverish blinding
the torches where we stood oblivion the colonel
said it's no time to die when one ought to it's time
to die die when you can a-times asap it was, wasn't
it stood harmless planted in the sheets at the first
lesson in levitation when no one undressed under stood how
to move the widespread arms on fire with feet dipped in
the pool of light reflected zillions of mirrors upon
the water who walked in time surfaces touching
the thorns and in all corridors being crashed pulling
the devil by the horns the fallen by the calls
in superhuman attempt at no trial at all until
the end of time in afterlife to bewitched burn
in all inquisitive punctuation marks scarring
Prometheus' plight

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 18, 2014

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