Pull The Shadow Of Your Cheek-Sjen Svog Obraza Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Pull the shadow of your cheek
through the tender shivering pendulums of the day
a silent blushing pain of its
draw into the sunny lines
and shine shine down your hair
into the streams across the Earth
into the unity of Multiverse
with a sphinx strength of flow

because

time is the woman beaten by the music of broken hammers
crying its beginnings each tear with the water reply
time is a man tied at the Crone's pillar of shame
dying at the end of a piano concerto for 4 hands
time is the child captivated in the game of self-knowledge
folding questions into paper boats for the floating of the night

therefore


press your face wiped in time
into the earthen textile
remove the mask of the day from the moment
let the night fall
and wait for the speech of the stars



sjen svog obraza provuci
kroz nježna drhtava klatna dana
zarumenjenu tihu bol njenu
u obrise sunčane ucrtaj
i sijaj niz kosu sijaj u potoke po zemlji
u jedinstvo Višemira snagom sfinge oticanja

jer

vrijeme je žena izubijana muziko slomljenih čekića
što lače početke u suzi svakoj sa odgovorm vode
vrijeme je čovjek prikovan na stubu Hronovog srama
što umire na koncu klavirskog koncerta za 4 ruke
vrijeme je dijete zarobljeno u igri svog poznanja
što pitanja presavija u papirne čamce za plutanja noći

stoga

utisni lice vremenom brisano
u platna zemaljska
obrazinu dana s lika trena skini
i pusti da padne noć
čekaj na govor zvijezda