Miroslava Odalovic Poems

An you hear the music in the piece of ground
there's an endless circle growing out of spheres
my light will step inside
your light will step inside
...

Actually I am never lost
for from the point at which
I don't know where I am
I always go back
...

You carry good things the armfuls of light
The burdens of words to throw them into a wave
The wine baptized and still unsipped
The grain of salt on your tongue
...

When I don’t watch people I observe the roofs
The slopes the falls and sagacious terraces
The fragments facades and the blinds
Because of the sun
...

When time beats more slowly than her hours
that nothing is an excellent start
and that zero is not even a number
might be thought by one who lost everything
...

All the nights of blues
stood silent when taken to the brim of the glass
with colours mixed in different hues
'this is the world drink it fast'
...

like a tender curve the silent lips parted
they pushed the horizons back to the ranges
from which the sight of all goodness started
a long long time ago
...

Do not worry
I am going somewhere
Hidden by myself
With pieces of paper unwritten
...

will you touch
silently touch
like a butterfly on my knee
the secret born within
...

You alone like a ship full of people
You family children your friends
Your guests and relatives passer bys on board
You carry them you sail and they sail your wave
...