Miroslava Odalovic Poems

I've got time my friend
when everybody else thinks
I've got hours
think I've got minutes
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Brother to brother sister to sister
Hand to hand land to land
Mother to mother father to father
Clap to clap step to step
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The moon hurtful beyond the earth
Biting the midnight hour
Spills the quivering made of light
To summon the whole into a song
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Is for a blind the breakfast without a table
Within he ties the sound
Within he ties the fingers when he plays
A piece of bread to the sky that hardly eats
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The white burning in the threshold
Spinning a circle for a circus lion cross
Being whispered into his ear
A harlequin tear the edge of his smile and a path
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coffee shopping surfing
web searching
news views looking into
small scale glass sun pierced
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seeing things inside out
in highly abstracted geometric forms
analytical cubism that sucked an object in
hypostasis swallowed standing shattered
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i say clay oh
dough sticky
flower white
turn to lotus
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a northern wind will bruise a flake
that spins around a barren bough
and looks for a nice place to melt
seeking my heart to hide in
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To whom I gave lead to kneel down in their heart
On whom I cast the spells took eyes out of their sockets
Whom I breast fed on sorrow I have killed their child
Whose black name was screamed by the black of the night
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