Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 46 Points (Montenegro)

About A Poem - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

You filled the glasses
Words into glasses glass made drops
Golden pots for a thunder-like
‘Drink’ of big silences

You filled the glasses
On the tables across the earth
Meanings laid walking on debris

You filled the glasses
Like hours into a sandclock
The sand upon which
You write up the names
Glass made drops
You write up the scars of a sip
Drunk you plough and keep ploughing
Over the dreams you spill

©Miroslava Odalovic

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 17, 2011



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