Grey marble dissipates in the sky,
With stoned shadows, astoundingly monolithic
Stack of matches pretends to be a bridge
One that will burn itself, in time, in song.
My neck is giraffic periscope thriving to the sky
In a minute an eyeball, in a second a curled hedgehog
Leaning like a head on the door.
So close to me, you are so close to me.
Whisper you can’t catch, it only comes to the privileged.
Soft, yearning and albatross of wind stuck in my hair
Thinner than paper cut but red and burning just as
Blood skirting of its edges.
My name searches for meaning among other women
Who knew of their existence
Probability was lost in the variety of choices,
Misled by a reckless afternoon.
As I drink this butterfly offered to me so many times
I won’t choke. A siren of lust is not forgotten, just postponed
For better….something. In stillness, question becomes
always northerly oriented moss
With wet dreams and I sneeze and sneeze
Like a puppy accidentally inhaling ground pepper.
Sometimes I pray for numbness, the numbness of darkness.
With soft whisper, today maybe blue, cobalt blue like
eggplant sky above me.
Blue is cold, but promising just as this winter,
Where leaves become ice drones and roots
beg for new cracks in soil.
In the mouth of tomorrow shaky and sweet like pudding
while swimming in acidic uncertainty
I’ll play with distance and squeeze the nearness so inviting.
Until it drops – drop by drop in a rainy puddle:
Until I bleed again.
Maja S. Todorovic
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Where do these words come from 😳 your so clever x
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🙂
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Still keeping the secret huh 🤔🙄🤐
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There is no secret, just my imaginarnom.😉
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Lol great imagination 🤗
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Brilliant poem Maja.
My favorite lines from you:
My name searches for meaning among other women
Who knew of their existence
Probability was lost in the variety of choices,
Misled by a reckless afternoon.
Reading this poem of yours, felt to me like a Dada poem. A tremendous compliment if I may say so. Your choice of words imagery blend so well altogether. My favorite poem by you. 🙂
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Coming from you Charlie it is a compliment. And thank you for your kind words.Most of my writings are indeed influenced by Dada 🙂
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Dada was an extreme protest against the physical side of painting. It was a metaphysical attitude. ~ Marcel Duchamp
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Loved this line, Whisper you can’t catch, it only comes to the privileged. I think you must be one?
Have you read the Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge? The Albatross is a central character.
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Thanks for reading my poem. And i will definately check that book, sounds interesting 🙂
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Here is the link https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/43997
This is a great site for all poets.
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