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“A little girl like you shouldn’t be out after 7 pm”, I said when I noticed her chestnut eyes glued on me.

“When I was a kid, I had to be in bed just after the cartoon. You know, a cartoon was starting at 7:15 and it never lasted more then 5 minutes. Look at the clock! It shows 19:19 and you haven’t brushed your teeth yet”, I continue to preach.

She stands there, saying nothing, just looking at me and making me feel that I owe her something.

It must be that I’ve disappointed her somewhere along the way. I wish if could find out exactly when and where. I would put the most wonderful smile on her face again, I promise.

hidden
in the sky
pole star

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trembling
in the night breeze
open petals 

sliding
down the petals 
raindrops

trepere
na noćnom povetarcu
raširene latice

klize
niz latice
kapi kiše

 

 
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Posted by on 12/05/2018 in Feel the word, Miss Desire!

 

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20405

moonless night
with whom to share
unwritten verses?

noć bez mesečine
sa kim da delim
nenapisane strofe?

Linked to Carpe Diem Romancing Haiku #3 first love

 

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H(aibun) H(aiga) H(aiku)

30205

If he was alive, James Dean and I would celebrate our birthdays on the same date. When I was young, I was really proud of that fact and very often I quoted a famous statement connected to him: “Live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse.” Of course, I never wanted to die young, but I liked those charisma and the rebellion that shined from him.

How strongly I disagree nowadays! Die young and leave a good looking corpse? Beauty is something that shines from within and that’s the only way for me to measure someone’s charisma. Some people become old in the young age and some are young with the gray hair and wrinkles all over the skin.

At some point of my life, I found myself very old, almost dead. Then I woke up again with the spring sun and no intention to return back into the winter dream.

wooden boat
waiting for a sailor
May after May

 

30105

“Write a poem about me”, he begged. “Are you my prince?”, I asked. “You’ll never find out if you don’t kiss me”, he replied. At that moment, I noticed a dead dragonfly under the dock.

goodbye frog!
I give up
on haiku

draft message 
waits to be deleted
new moon

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almost midnight
sound of brakes
through the window

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32804 one-bun

At the end

of a journey, I realize that all my attempts to write a right thing failed because, as always, I read what was written in my mind but not on the screen

sudden rain – her tears dried up long ago

Linked to Carpe Diem #1420 Tears (one-bun)

 

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I can’t exactly remember when some of my dreams turned into reality, but it’s strange how they suddenly ceased to be dreams. And then – what? A man without dreams is like a rose without petals. Only thorns, dried up, left to frighten ill-intentioned fingers.

Someone wise wrote: “If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.” I haven’t seen this warning earlier or maybe I was just too young to understand so I’ve cut some buds here and there, I admit.

trembling
in a mild breeze
drops of dew

Linked to Carpe Diem #1419 Rose Garden (kikobun)

 

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I’m my own teacher and an apprentice.

in the bushes along the road – signposts

Linked to Carpe Diem #1417 apprentice (one-bun)

 

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31904

Without a joke, spring breaks through the old wooden fence.

following the scent of lilac – a restless heart

 

Linked to Carpe Diem #1415 Perfume of Spring (one-bun)

 

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PRVI (BESMISLENI) SONET

Još samo ponekad u snove mi dođe
Pogled koji nekad dušu grejao je
Brzo se pojavi i još brže prođe
Dok pijani Mesec odozgo se smeje

Prelazi u leto od miline zima
A prekratke noći u najlepše sate
Srce zatreperi kao da te ima
Rašire se ruke, žele da te vrate

Sve se nešto pitam da li ima nade
Da se u snu opet sretnemo nas dvoje
Ljubomorno jutro od mene te krade

Po usnulom nebu razliše se boje
Naša priča jedva u par reči stade
Hajde, uzmi natrag iz mene sve svoje

 
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Posted by on 15/04/2018 in Uncategorized

 

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30904

The gate closed behind me and once again, an old goalkeeper in a glass hut sinked into a dream in front of his black-and-white monitor.
As I drive back, I breathe deeply, trying to pull into myself even the thinest sun’s ray that runs through the still bare branches.
Then I stop and stand in front of the familiar stone wall. Fingering over the letters, I read once more the well-known rules.
Sometimes it takes so little for happiness – a couple of warm words and a kiss for a good morning.

plum brandy
and a rising sun
balms for a wound

Linked to Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #5 scent of plum blossoms

 

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