Miroslava Odalovic Poems

Who took away from me, my son
To mourn above your grave, my son
To go below with you, my son
To reach the sky with a tear, my son
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Dusk beside the willows
I was standing in the light
A sunward hope wrote
Circles of time around my neck
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Overwhelmed by a see deep sigh
Untrodden flowers in midnight held
An open shrine of the divine
Seconds bloomed forsooth embalmed
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Ce sont mes mains pour les oiseaux
Ce sont les fenetres por les yeux
Ce sont les yeux por une image
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It’s the light not to touch might bruise the heart
Glittering drops revealed in pearls
Grasshopper feast for an endless leap
Wind swept caressing beautiful morning
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Lilac was here
And it’s been struck
I know I’m sure
For I can see the ashes in the ground
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Feeding the earth
By ancestral blood
Are children’s hope
For the days to come
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The flesh denies the touch
The touch denies the real
The real denies - just like me
That I am here struggling to learn
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He’s given them all to a Desert Man
Underdog bitten holes of the head
He’s given them all to a Desert Man
Unleashed sunflower sunward led
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My shadow will reappear
Whispering for long among the spikes
Turning the pages of light
Among the sunflowers
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