Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 87 Points (Montenegro)

One Day - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Which opens thus
In a cliché of every day
Originating in a badly done homework
The writing of a day starts with sharpened pencils
In an attempt of an account stylistically tasteless
For a day could not break on through

To the parks and Sunday picnics
It frowned at the text with colourless faces
‘neath whose skin the whole drama of a day
Strikes open eyes with total indifference

To the stressful automobile rides
Through the city bridges
Hanged shortly before the elections
Under the text of pontoon despair
Over the river of unwritten anxiety

To the games in concrete stories
Tag hopscotch hide and seek
At the bottom of squatted childhoods

One day you will write
And nothing will say
Nothing will be able to utter
The closing of a day
Without a title or a ‘done on’ date
Nothing but a red ink
To correct your spelling mistakes

©Miroslava Odalovic

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012



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