Here is a poem featured in CalendArt by the Balkan Writers Project. They also organized the Belgrade Poetography Exhibition last year, which I’ve already mentioned here. And, as last year, the promotion was fun and creative, a great experience!
Rustles — feverish, sore
Whistling — chronically loud
Eyes closed, September strides
overtaking what came before.
Weeps — rainy sweat
Whines — stormy breath
Embraced by nature rushes forth.
Who knows where it wants to go.
In a raincoat, looking at the sky,
I’m wondering: Will it arrive?