Game Over

game over, marija mrvošević, child, globe

A boy. Restless, hyper-all
through vessels sugar rushes.
Oh, the fun!

Cars on a colorful rug
against the laws of physics
follow lines.
Toy soldiers fighting aloud —
shooting, breaking, demolishing.

A plush Teddy, now a stained bear — suffers.
Stuffing hovers and falls.
Broken pencils, scraps, slips, splinters
taking over the floor. No room for
a car and soldier toys.

A child, when there is no more space for him to play — departs.
The mother will clean up; the child will return.

A Human, when there is no more space for him to play — departs.
The Mother will clean up. The Human — removed.
No room for a toy soldier if Mother gets hurt.

His Home Town

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A town embraced by earth’s hips and bosom,

neatly laid between the curves and sways of trees,

colorful under the heavy clouds,

brighter soaked in rain…

Welcomed me into its cold, yet reassuring hug.

When the sunshine drops through the sky’s rug

it glimmers and laughs, echoing over the mounts.

Loud… and silent when silence is required

wet… and dry when your feet get tired,

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The Smell of Rain

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Made by Jesse Newman


 

The smell of rain in June

Rising from the stone

Like a whirl of wind

Swaying – in a tune

The breath of fresh air

Uniting in Its flight

Reaching up above

My senses – delights

Together now we dance

With nature’s true shade

Oh! The summer can play

A surprising, risky game

Fields – soaked in juice

Enjoying the cloud show

Before the times change

And bring dry revenge

Gaea, worried in her realm

Strewn by global events

Frowns upon this kind

Oh! Are we all so blind?

Urging us to contemplate

From our seats we must rise

Lie on nearby meadow

And think about the skies.