Miroslava Odalovic Poems

The night I took away your blues
To spill it behind you as a sign of good luck
You said- your iris- your iris quivering
It stole a dropp right from a well
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You eye
Deaf mute
You blind crying
You blast
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Should not speak in hair outgrowing the hours
Tense in a verse it's woken up at dawn
It ties it with a cloud at the sky made scales
It breathes the sound it paints a sign
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He takes away my hands
He takes away my eyes
He takes away my hair
He gifts a handshake
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The moss being turned into a green tide
Making all things look so lost and sad
The sun's heart's open got nothing to hide
Though the piano rains in adagio fled
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as I have given it to you
trying to name you after a moonbeam
trying to name you after a dream
of a silver thread weaving you all long
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I weaved
I weaved the sky I the washer by the spring
I washed the clouds I the knitter by the hearth
I knitted the fires I the builder by foundation
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A poem that's never written my heart
Like a song unheard falling apart
We'll go we'll go right through the sky
Firmament broken summoned silence mute
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When he could easily play the fool
Without being punished
Meantime the stages have fallen apart
Meantime the actors have forgotten texts
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And that the thought was just another day
No one has said as yet
An unsaid one that cracks with the boughs
Still being dawned for a day to be
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