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Sorry about your wings.
It was nothing personal.
I was bored
and you were there.
That's all.

This was written in response to the Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt 222.

Repetition

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It never ends.
You follow the path
and it doesn't take long
before you realise
that you are walking in circles,
passing the point you started from
thousands of times.
It is all right
somehow,
you'll never get tired of this,
your muscles crave the repetition,
you look forward
to the familiar landmarks.
Yet the real challenge
is in noticing the differences:
the position of the sun
on your face,
the way the ground feels
under your feet
and the sound of your own voice
in your ears
as you sing
the same tune
over and over.

It is Day 30 in NaPoWriMo, the last day. I posted every single day and on some days I wrote more than one poem, so I need to count the poems and see how many I have written (yes, I am boasting). I am grateful to all my new friends for reading my poems. I am planning to continue posting once a week. What are your plans?


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By the way, I used the Day 30 PAD prompt.

A Concise Serbian-English Dictionary - Part 2

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Početak, the beginning
It was just another challenge
I was to try and fail.
Put, the road,
was not always easy,
but I forgot an important fact:
Pesma je neophodna da bi se preživelo
(a poem is necessary for survival).
A day - dan
and the smallest unit of time
is a poem.
Friends, prijatelji,
the people I met along the way.
Tajna, a secret,
what you share with friends.
Kraj, the end.
But you don't have to stop
if you don't want to.


It is Day 29 in NaPoWriMo. I have really enjoyed today's prompt, which has enabled me to 'teach' people some Serbian and to send some love to all the new friends that I have made in this challenge.Today's PAD prompt gave me more ideas, so I combined the two. This is the second poem in the Concise Serbian-English  Dictionary series (might not be the last). The first one is here. I will add an audio file to this soon.

I Am Not Going to Write a Poem Today

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I am not going
To write a poem
Today.
I can’t be expected
To produce
A new poem
Every day.
It can’t be done.
I won’t do it
Any more.
I refuse
To write a poem.
I have got
Nothing to say.
Go to the library.
Find yourself a nice novel.
Leave me alone.
I am going
To keep quiet.
I will not speak
Evey if you torture me.
I will not
Write a poem
Today.


NaPoWriMo Day 28

I Am a Bird

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I am a bird

I build my nest

From what others

Have dropped.

I weave my home

From other people’s

Words and footsteps.

I look through their eyes.

I speak their tongues.

I feel with their skin.

I am a perfect conductor

And I can take it all

Without resistance.


My NaPoWriMo Day 27 poem and I didn't really follow the prompt.

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He Casts His Nets

dedicated to Branko Miljković

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He casts his nets

The sea will not rest tonight

He is not afraid to listen to its song.

He leaves, he just walks out

And takes the fire with him,

The thief.

He is not afraid to walk through the wood

That has eaten the sky.

Still, he cannot find her,

The girl with the flower in her name.

In the underworld

He searches for his brother

Who has failed.

He carries a torch

And is not afraid

To turn and look behind him.

He doesn’t belong among the dead

But they won’t release him.

The victim of murderous words,

He is not afraid to be walled in.

Tamed, the Hell will eat out of his hand

And sing.

He casts his nets.

He draws them out, empty.

He is the fish on the table today, 

His blood, the ink for the writing orgy

Of those he knows will come after him,

Of the happy ones

And the cowards.

But today

He still has only

The fire

And me.

My NaPoWriMo Day 26 poem. I modified the NaPoWriMo prompt and combined it with the PAD Day 26 prompt. The poem is dedicated to the Serbian poet Branko Miljković who has influenced my poetry a lot. What I tried to do here is write a poem about his poetry and to create a collage of his pictures and metaphors. The nets are my idea, though :)

What Might Happen If I Ever Read My Poetry in Public

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My accent is foreign
My voice quiet
I stutter.
Somewhere inside me
I find the passion,
Then begin.
I tell them everything.
Years of dreams
All leading to this moment.
When I finish
Everybody claps
Politely.
Afterwards
They all avoid me
In the corridors.

My NaPoWriMo Day 25 poem. I used the PAD prompt for Day 25 and modified it slightly.