Gabriela Duricova

Rookie (22.5.1984 / Bratislava)

Always Ahead - Poem by Gabriela Duricova

Where will swallows fly to when world ends
When nests are burned
And smoke itches the eyes?

Will they greet the homeless hearts they'll meet
Justice is blind but they aim to find
Generous coasts lined with olive trees

Does it hurt to die? asks my little bird
His pretty eye beseeching
Feeding on pinches of Saturday salve

Collected from jars high on mother's shelves
They smell like home while it still lasted
With smiles and cushions, for that is what counts!

I say it doesn't, no, how could it even...
You'll just lay your head down into my palms
And when you wake up, you will fly on

Towards ruby sunrise, always ahead
Don't look back, do not search for me
I'll be the wind beneath your wings

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013


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