Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Echo on Writing

 






Echo on Writing





say what you wish, but I

really hate 

goodbyes so I would rather leave 

a sentence 

unfinished or let a phrase

dwindle off

no full stop or 

comma but maybe 

just 

maybe 

a dash 








Monday, April 29, 2024

Two Poems for Day 29

 






The albatross in question




The albatross in question is a silly bird.

It never sleeps.

I can hear it flapping its wings at night.

This constant flapping creates a draft.

It chills my bones, it sweeps through my mind

until all that’s left is a pair of wings

flapping.

This keeps me awake at night.

All because there is an albatross living inside me.

All because I feed it.

I can’t let it starve.

Can I?







Clandestine 




If I was a tarot card,

I would be the high priestess.

I would live my life 

between secret handshakes and clandestine libraries.

I would sit all day upon my throne.

I would eat pomegranate seeds,

receiving the ones who have travelled from afar

in order to gain some wisdom from me.

Then I would refuse to answer any questions,

raising my eyes, indicating that 

Heaven only knows.

Then I would proclaim that I was too tired,

that all these questions have left me exhausted.

Then I would lock my door, so that I could finally 

read the book that had been hiding

inside my sleeve.

That would be my dream job.

That would be a life worth living.





GloPoWriMo Day 29 




Sunday, April 28, 2024

The Empress Tarot Card

 






The Empress Tarot Card



She sits on the throne, all by herself. Some say she's pregnant.

Pomegranate seeds adorn her face. What could she be thinking?

She sits on the throne, pretty and silent. She’s bored to death.







GloPoWriMo Day 28 - a sijo







Saturday, April 27, 2024

Freedom

 






Freedom



The tut-tut-tut of the trumpet.

Can’t you hear me calling, it says.

I am lonely and so afraid, it says.

The lights are out, the supper is cold.

What shall I do without you, lamb?

Now the dogs bark. The horses neigh.

What shall we do without you, lamb?

Was it you running, barefoot, in your night-gown,

down that road, into those woods?

I will kill you when I find you, lamb.

This road is not on the maps.

These trees whose names you don’t know.

My lamb, my white lamb,

will I never find you again?




GloPoWriMo Day 27 - American sonnet

Inspired by this piece of music:







Friday, April 26, 2024

Silence

 






Silence


A muted splash, a whisper of the water,

A glimpse of a snake on the river’s sleeping surface.

Then, silence.







GloPoWriMo Day 26 




Thursday, April 25, 2024

The Truth

 






The Truth



They say I keep reinventing myself.

But I can’t make myself younger, 

and I put on weight easily.

To tell you the truth, 

I am often afraid.

I despise bullies.

I admire no one. My heroes are dead.

Except those two good men from the books. They will live forever.

Some men are rocks like that. They don’t even brag about it.

My happiest childhood memory is of being lost in the woods. 

On the other hand,

some women have managed to rule the world. Some of them even had nice names.

The ones in which men called them good, or sweet. 

Where they praised their softness or their hair. 

Their inner strength, like a river flowing inwards.

My heroes are ordinary people, surviving their day.

When I go, I’d like to have survived my day first.

I regret having smiled through my teeth,

saying it was fine.

No problem at all.

I was in love with a peppermint bush once.

It grew, independent of me.

And it smelled so good.

I have also loved sunshine, and summer.

When I come back, I would like to come as a peppermint bush.

Or a blueberry bush, I haven’t decided.

I have suffered from decision fatigue like that

all my life.

I am often sad, over nothing, like just now.

I love ice cream.

My guilty pleasure is dancing.





GloPoWriMo Day 25




Wednesday, April 24, 2024

So that I don’t write about the blue rabbit

 






So that I don’t write about the blue rabbit




I

"So I strike a pose."

So I begin.

So I go and sharpen my pencils.

So I play some soft jazz.

So I see him in my mind’s eye.

So I refocus.

So I strike a new pose.

So I go and do something else.


II

You were not there when I tried to describe him.

You were not there when I failed.


III

I do this for your own good, you know.

Why should you reach for something you can’t have?

Now go back to sleep.


IV

I hope that he is safe out there.

Somewhere where you and I can’t find him.





Inspired by DuÅ¡an Radović's Plavi zec (Blue Rabbit). The first line ("So I strike a pose") is taken from Gavrilo Stanojević's translation.