Miroslava Odalovic Poems

Cornered distuned 2D clutched
Down the deep deep ground
Almost cliched in the music playing
Little flags waving
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2 D modelled
Intro instrumental
No rage no against
Just machine
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I cut degrees
By hints of words
And no retreats
Into the measure
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The walking thunder my brother
He breathes whatever the fire can se
Foretells his own flame
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Novi is the sound the kloster bell ignites
wave made foam the curtains of the rains
the place of the last Savina peace
the verse in which each droplet writes
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I was born by the sea
the sea was born in me
we both live in absences
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there is no riddle but in the mind
riding the inate thought waves
riding a language lonely rides
bathing within the foam names
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Flesh given body driven
Worn out torn reborn
Bone sinking
Cluttering thinking
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Spram riječi nag
Proljeća vjesnik
Spram stope trag
Zeleno sliven u jedan stih
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Isprepletene
Moje tvoje misli
Nedorečene
Moje tvoje misli
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