The dream of the dolphin

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The dream of the dolphin

Bright spot on your forehead
Accidental talks
Don"t forget you still have a soul
Last weakness
Waiting for the wind
The dream of the dolphin
Word – metamorphosis –
Calmly I write these verses

I play with letters as with knifes
a – as an asteroid before explosion
u – as a mouth full with blood
m – as your milky – white complexion
outside children play marbles
as with roes from long ago dead fishes
at night grasses wait for the town to fall asleep
to grow over my building
love is the biggest tower of cards
and any attempt for escape is unsuccessful
imprisoned in my own room of dreams
light mantras I repeat
and from somewhere far an eye approaches to me
I look through it and all what I see is reversed
You come out from your hat factory pleased
sweetly smiling to any passerby
and I cursed don’t know how to live differently
and I cursed don’t know how to live differently
I run out with a digger in my hands
the children put the marbles back in the ground with care
and silently sit on the hills
we waited all that night for the wind
to fly the kites

( 1993)

AuthorBoban Bogatinovski
2018-08-21T17:23:26+00:00 June 1st, 2004|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 36|0 Comments