Garden of Arcane Delights
subota, 12.09.2009.
Dar
Izlazak dima kroz naša pluća,
kako je veselo i ugodno
ovo novo buđenje, pozdravljanje.
Hrabar udarac
sudbini u lice.
Ne postoji strah
koji me može vratiti
tamo gdje sam stanovala.
Poklon, šok u celofanu.
Prijatelj je prišao
i stegao mi mekani zavoj
oko prsiju, da ne iskoči srce.
Uspravne glave,
uspravnog pogleda
ja uvijek imam čežnju za smijehom,
sa poštovanjem
da pognem glavu i poljubim stopala
oklopljena ratnika.
subota, 05.09.2009.
Vodena vrba
Odumirem,
polagano nestajem dok se cijedi sok ljubavi.
Previše sam natopila krevet,
kupam se nježno.
Kroz kapi djevičanske krv,
novo zgrušavanje prošlosti.
Tu mirujemo,
ljubav i ja, same.
Ovom skrivenom trenutku
ponudila sam izdaju osmijehom.
Zvonko klize bliske kapi i sjene,
topim se polako.
Sada je moj dan
crn, okrugao,
miran u kupaonici,
zadnji sati gdje nestajem svakodnevno.
Zaboravljam kroz zagrijan mlaz vode,
jake boli
dok ona klizi niz koljena.
Zatvorena prostorija.
Izlazi polako
ona koja me oblikovala,
polako, svjesno
pozdravljam u ovaj sat
ono što volim.
Nema mjesta za mene,
kupaonica postaje tijesna pobjeda.
Kapi nosim u dlanu
odmaram sada,
pokraj ekrana,
mislim da čujem
novi klavir koji svira.
Nova preporuka
da otopim dan.
srijeda, 02.09.2009.
Walk through sand
I am born into what I am
freed from imaginary misery and pain,
The chain of desert was a mirror
of longing for the hidden crown
and now there's no "It was late".
I went far these last two years,
but non of mine I thought I lost
I just berried it in the sand.
After a walk through
I saw I was one with its name,
where I lay my hands in ground and
warm sand.
It was the same place but maybe
this time for sure I loved what I am.
It came in its splendor
the coronation way.
I came near after years
of soft, blind, and silent thirst
for the water in the sand.
When I approached near
the source of the silence what I am
and there inside was a crown
to be held.
I picked all I had have and it is waiting for me
and I saw the light near poking the back of my head,
it was always there.
So the sand just melted and the crown was as before
mine and filled with silver delight,
it was what I am, always here, always the same.
You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.
