ARE THERE Someone is breaking the branches?!From midnight to the dawn.The forest is trembling inside me.My trees are innocent,Thirsty of milk,Firm hands and The scent of effervesce.I'm drinking my mint tea.I'm bringing tranquility without the aimAnd the flowers for the vase.When I look at it is never the same.I'm starting to believe in fertility of miracles.Is there the flame, which could turn the ...
ARE THERE Someone is breaking the branches?!
From midnight to the dawn.
The forest is trembling inside me.
My trees are innocent,
Thirsty of milk,
Firm hands and
The scent of effervesce.
I'm drinking my mint tea.
I'm bringing tranquility without the aim
And the flowers for the vase.
When I look at it is never the same.
I'm starting to believe in fertility of miracles.
Is there the flame, which could turn the heavens
Into the ashes?
Are there any hands to pick up my ripe apples?!
TO FORGIVNESSThis is not the puzzle,
The tree of life,
Model of perfection,
Diary of chronicles,
Sullen neighbour,
Short shower of rain,
Flower of oblivion,
Slim willow tree.
Wake up you
Sleepy butterfly
Startled by emergency,
You coward!
You left the elysian peacock to me,
Like an arrow, straight into my heart.
In the glass - half full of wine,
The storm of silent words...
Short break is your night,
Rhymes are blossom.
Sour, sweet,
You the enchantment.
TO - HINDS Arrival he is using as the preparation
Of the future pychodramatic chance.
Imagination is hindering the good old days with its shadow.
The against- will is opening the occasion,
The homeless thoughtfully, satisfied
Reaches and maintains the dependanc, enriches
Harmony with the heat of dirt. Red handed scent of perfume
Neutralized with vodka, taking his clothes off not to crease them.
The jealousy asked him when he had cheated her? Two months ago!
Continuous, permanent betrayal, not concentrated .
Timid, scared, manlike voice in the exclamation mark!
Lust and desire are long-sighted!
Negative because of egoism, from the nirvana of
$3>physical lust
Why are you grappling it as a child does to his mother's skirt!!!
biografia:
Tatjana Debeljački, born on 23.04.1967 in Uzice. Member of
Association of Writers of Serbia UKS since 2004 and Haiku Society of Serbia HDS Montenegro-HUSCG&HDPR,Croatia.
Writers' association Poeta, Belgrade. 2008.Croatian writers' association - CWA, 2009.
Up to now I have published three collections of poetry: A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS, published by ART - Uzice; YOURS, published by NARODNA KNJIGA Belgrade and VULCANO by Haiku Lotos, Valjevo.CD-BOOK, A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS. ART+ Uzice. 'AH-EH-EEH-OH-OOH' published by Poeta Belgrade. 2008.
Serbia
debeljackitatjana@yahoo.com
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