Aphrodite

aphrodite

Come closer, look at the mirror.

I want you to see beyond those freckles

on your face, those little wrinkles around your eyes,

that grey hair above your left ear,

beyond those curvy heaps and shrunk shoulders.

You are beauty in all its appearances, shapes and forms.

You are light and love.

You are here to accept and give tremendous gift

of your pure divine, sensual, imperfect and unique

self.

Be you and the world seduced with the fragrance

of your truth will crawl under your feet.

Maja S. Todorovic


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If only

If only I could be a river

a river that goes, flows to the mouth of giant

whale, joining other watery hands to handshake in

the rhythm of waves, rejoicing drop by drop in the

eternity of an ocean;

 

If only I could be a wind, that carries my breath

collides white clouds, like a spider’s net catches every word

has the strengths to rearrange desserts

and knows how to surrender

in the eye of storm;

 

 

If only I could be a tree,

a tree that knows its place under the sun,

how to befriend soil and welcome rain

a tree that accepts its roots – broken sinews

too tired to grow:

 

I would congratulate myself,

I would sing the song only I hear,

I would visit places only I knew exist

I would finally be who I am.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

Poetic inspiration: Silent messenger

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Your writing is a silent messenger

of who you are.

Use it to accept, love and share

your true self,

because sky has an immense space

for another shining star, your star.

Don’t let that corner stay cold and unreached far,

trapped and forgotten in dark.

Maja S. Todorovic


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Innocence

Metal bird drums among the clouds,

regularly each morning like broken alarm clock.

 

Automated, she reached for the bruised pot

the one in which she would usually make coffee.

Instead, she just licks fresh water from her palm.

 

Warmed up, she searched for silk tights

and fake leather boots.

Instead, she leaves her coarse feet and ingrown

toenails to bloom.

 

Played in, deceiving softness of her bed

she replaces for ripened hard floor.

 

Faced to a nameless wall, disarmed void of things

she could finally swell into her own innocence.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

Poetic inspiration: Why reading?

reading_poetry

Reading not only satisfies your curiosity:

it enriches you inner world like

you lived 1000 lives before.

Maja S. Todorovic


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Poetic inspiration: What poets do?

emotional_journey_poetry

As a poet, you don’t only write:

you are composing an emotional journey

to take your reader where he has never been before.

And there is nothing more thrilling than that!

Maja S. Todorovic


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