January 16, 2010 » Gricka mi se juče / Craving Yesterday
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In one week's time, if I don't go all weird from remembering it, I'll try to tell you a story, the way great Umberto Ecco once did, leaving out the actual plot, only describing the characters, before and after (for example, his take on Red Ridinghood sounds like some sort of a soap opera excerpt, that's how confusing it is). Until then, here's some of the last month and some of this month last year and some of the last year and half...
...described through the mind of someone who likes to eat and make stuff. Not really carve wood; but the word game in the English version simply made me use that verb. Plus, it sounds more poetic than photoshopping (which actually did appear in some of my older p..s and makes me wonder if I have taken nerdcore to a whole new level by implementing it into poetry) and poetry itself. The only more poetic thing is baking cakes, at least that's what one of my favourite book characters of all times, Anne Shirley-Blythe made me believe. By the way, it looked totally blah when Diana edited her story and made it commercial, didn't it?
Gricka mi se juče
Gricka mi se juče.
Mrzim praznine.
Mrzim nove početke.
Sisam otkucaje.
Ližem komadiće srca.
Neizvesnoreksija.
Pijuckam krvotok.
Sve se završi gorušicom.
Čekolimija.
Sto za jednu osobu.
Tanjiri pastelnih boja.
Monotone šare.
Ovoga puta tu
nema nikakve toksične farbe.
Je l' tako?
Je l' tako?
Rezbari mi se sutra.
Ponosna sam što sam u ovoj kuhinji.
Ponekad, ipak, razbijem tacnicu.
Čuje se "zvuk".
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Craving Yesterday
I'm craving yesterday.
I hate blank spaces.
I hate new beginnings.
Nibbling on heartbeats.
Snacking on heart bits.
Suspenorexia.
Drinking up bloodstream.
Ending up with heartburn.
Waitimia.
A table for one.
Pastel-coloured plates.
Monotonous patterns.
This time there
Isn't any toxic paint.
Is it?
Is it?
I'm carving tomorrow.
Proud to be in this kitchen.
Sometimes, however, I break a saucer.
It makes a "sound".
A special thanks to my dear friend Eleni, the first person who read this p..m and told me what she thinks of it.
Iva is the owner of this blog. She's a web designer who loves poetry way too much and won't stop writing it. She also runs a couple of other websites, such as this one.
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Wonderful words sweetie, and I don't even like poetry that much
And I can relate to it so much as well, in a way...