The Daylight of History

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The Daylight of History

White Star Whitely Bright
The Daylight of History
Shadows of Verdi’s Requiem
Little Hana Brajdova’s Suitcase
A Sisterly Tear Jar
No Rain, No Sunshine After the Rain
Affluence for Hire

Whilst it doesn’t get fully dark
It is necessary and needed to spend a smile or two
And twirl a pirouette right out in the infinity of childhood

Certainly, there will be time
To wipe off the dust
Right off the little white shoes

So that all timid glances
And playful daydreams and fancies
Be tucked away as clothes inside a suitcase

There are suitcases that swell with smiles
Before, one last time, they stand
On the platform of dire uncertainty

Thirteen year-old little Hana Brajdova
Gasps thirteen times before mounting
The train with a single final destination point

Little Hana turns thirteen times
Looking at the honey locusts, which almost, out of habit,
Await a new booming season

She casts a glance at her favorite little white cloud
Whence the dove tirelessly perched itself
On top of the seat of unambiguous smiles.

2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 May 9th, 2013|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 89|0 Comments