Miroslava Odalovic Poems

Contemporary knowledge is perfectly categorized in drawers.

Savremeno znanje je savrseno kategorizovano u ladicama.
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You time has emerged
A young dawn like grass of midnight
Blood born in veins through the poppy pain
Will bloom like the roses in your garden
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You filled the glasses
Words into glasses glass made drops
Golden pots for a thunder-like
‘Drink’ of big silences
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In a silent change of paths
That always leave your steps on a threshold
In the lockedness of name
Easily like a deer
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Dwell within a broken bread
Warm and fragrant among your fingers
The sound of its crust cracking
Give the winged crumbs to the birds
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there’s no bottom haunt
I come back with the thunder
and yellow light of dawn
I don’t know what I’ve been doing
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Sky shifted
Focused
Rifling lens sifts
Spits of bullets
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Last night she shed a tear for me

Lost in her pond Love’s broken bonds
Lost in her sight Love’s misty nights
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Polly puts the kettle on
Snakes rattle on insane
Round the kettle rattle on
All she puts is in vain
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