With The First Of Fridays/Sa Prvim Petkom Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

With the first of Fridays
I'll leave the story aside
The story which summnons the days
Under the edges of the sky

I'll spell a verse
Spelling a silence
A passed away meal
In the bitterness of bread

Spelled by the sun
The willows I will reach
With
The embrace of light
The new dawn bathed

Burned by the fire
Come close to the wounds
Leave a dropp ajar
In an endless sea

Bathe in it washed by the drops of hope
The wave of pain touching the face
Birds bathed in an endless flight


Sa prvim petkom
Ostavicu pricu
Što dane zove pod rubove neba

Srociti stih
Kom tišine sricu
Minulim zalogajem
Gorcinu hljeba

Omamljena suncem
Pod jasike stici
Sa
Zagrljajem svjetla
Okupane zore

Spržena vatrom
Ranama prici
Otškrinuti kapljom
Beskrajno more

U njemu umiti kapljama nade
Talasom bola što se mreška lice
Beskrajem leta umivene ptice