she said she 'was just
showing blaza the phots
of you and your family'
I said 'why? I do not
like my photos it is not
the space I live in'
she said 'I guess she just
wanted to get the picture
of you not realistic'
I said 'does not
show the things
I see or do,
does not
reflect
my life interests'
she said 'yes not realistic
i understand what you mean
neither do mine,
it's just
a superficial film
over the entire internal self'
I said 'these are poses
for hesti's friends,
her agenda,
in many ways I left
my life behind in Java,
no movies motorbike here
yours are your work also,
or course at least,
I do not share my cave,
I memorized sections,
can journey there any time now,
long after I finally leave'
she said 'I do not
share my cave
it's a good impression
i'm multitasking'
I said 'strange I get
underground but no space quiet
time to explore depths
of poems to complexity
I desire to write,
just superficial flat
characters
not timeless
ages'
Copyright © Miroslava Odalovic and Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
timeless ages, I like it, thanks.