POETRY – Srgjan Sekulić

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POETRY – Srgjan Sekulić

Noah in Salonta


A word here and there,
to describe things.
Another one,
to turn time.

Blow from a wreck,
iron noise.
Fog through the flatland,
a feeling of sound.

Thoughts entangled
like headphones.
Stray dogs
coming from somewhere.

I sit in my flat,
the amber cracks.
Cigarette smoke,
an old ashtray.

And a photo on the wall,
black and white.
There grandpa and grandma,
with mystical foreheads!

AuthorSrgjan Sekulić
Translated byElizabeta Bakovska
2018-09-20T12:44:44+00:00 May 12th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 119|Tags: |0 Comments