The end of Oblivion Corpus is nearing it’s final two poems.
This is next to not-really-last-but-kind-of-is poem. So, if you like this, be sure to follow the blog and not miss the next two parts.
If you are already a follower, thank you! and enjoy the rest of this Corpus.
I am back… It’s not like I went far, just to the hospital. But, more on that later.
Here’s a poem as a little tease for what is to come. That being an entire NEW Corpus titled (probably) The Peninsula of Healers. The poems are awaiting translation. By moi. So… it will take a while. 😅
Also, you guys are the first ones ever (well, except my mother) to see a part of the cover page for that new corpus I’ve mentioned.
If you like Groups of Poems in general, here are some other options: Wings, Oblivion.
Had a pokey day.
They stabbed my gut,
Released the pain,
No vein left untouched.
All is well now,
Without the blind part.
This ─ a matted spark,
A stingy start.
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If you enjoyed my works here you will have a blast with the ones featured there. It is basically the same, just in Serbian. So, if you can’t read the awesome letters presented there, just pretend. In time, you will be able to. It is not so hard. 😊
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Wonderful work from an old Friend and colleague. This one is from the album, the collection called “The Epiphany”.
A slow beginning; Spark the imagination
Am I just dreaming? Is this truly our salvation?
We’re flying faster
Going into the Cosmos castle
Through atmosphere removed
Countless stars are shining
Pouring their essence on me
We are taking in everything
Waiting for the Heavenly
Through my eyes
These are not lies
Thanking you, breathless
So ready for that moment
I’m overjoyed and restless
So it comes surging inThe feeling
of the wholeUniverse
Only glances on the kilim But we fly high so high Above the rain and sky Intertwined and dim.
Only meeting on the pillow But we dream something greater Bigger place and a time better For our dreams and hopes below.
Why have you come my way?
An idea of the mystifying Fate Must have opened the wrong gate Because we weren’t ready yet
Searching. Debris flying about.
The meaning is not
Can you feel them?
Sparks trail their ends, mist sprouts the thoughts, eyes
It's not the matter — it is Them.
Waiting. As if we are the ones
To pull the plug.
Vermilion stars glaring
We are alive?
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