Cvet tako lep da ne smeš da ga dotakneš / A Flower So Pretty You Cannot Touch

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

An unusual observation before I start. I can't stand the way titles are written in English. Why is every word capitalised? It's almost as annoying as typing a space before ! or ? in French. It makes text look ugly.

In every film, there's a scene that's over the top. On every music album, there's a song that's over the top. In this upcoming poetry book, this is the p..m that's over the top. I wanted something more dynamic than Mala Distordiae and Can't Make Me Howl.

When so many viewpoints of an observation are available, there's got to be a moment where they all shift into a senseless vortex, into a total snafu that will make about as much sense as Bonnie Tyler's video for Total Eclipse Of The Heart. This is that particular moment.

Undead trees? Why not. A moody flower? Why not. Monster birds? Why not. They're all an interesting way to depict how innocent situations can turn into something wrong out of blue. At the same time, they're clearly over the top.

If I do end up ordering these to form some sort of a story, this one is likely to be placed before _______?.

As I assume my lurks might not know the thing my friends know, so I thought I'd make it sure, given that I've been writing about strange things this year - I've got a straight-edge. Everything I have written comes from a perfectly sober mind. If anything makes it a bit "out there", that's got to be a consequence of unconnectable things I'm putting together in these p..ms, as well as 1999, which I prefer to leave out of my writing until further notice.

Cvet tako lep da ne smeš da ga dotakneš

Drveće je bilo veoma nisko,
na njemu su spavale bele laste,
i onda sam videla cvet...

...cvet tako lep da ne smeš da ga dotakneš,
cvet tako lep da ne smeš da ga ubereš,
cvet tako lep da uopšte ne miriše,
cvet tako lep da se više ni ne otvara,
jer niko ne sme da vidi koliko je lep.

Dotakla sam cvet, ujeo me je.
Gledala sam cvet, pustio je iz sebe gomilu korova.
Kakav cvet?
I te kakav cvet!!!
Čudan cvet,
jedini takav na svetu.

Moj jauk je probudio laste,
oči su im bile krvavocrvene
i poneka je imala i zub-dva.
Formirale su špalir oko cveta,
i besno su graktale na mene.

Šta sam to tako strašno uradila?
Pitala sam se zašto je cvet lep.
Pitala sam se zašto je cvet čudan.
Pitala sam se zašto cvet uopšte ne miriše.
Pitala sam se zašto cvet pušta korov.
I rekla sam da nikad nisam videla takav cvet.

Uzdahnem i pomislim,
kako tako lepi cvet može da bude tako mrzovoljan?

Tada se zemlja otvara
i ustaje mrtvo drveće,
crvenije od očiju belih ptica.
Sad i oni zaklanjaju cvet,
ćute, nisu glasni kao laste,
ali mi daju do znanja da sam nepoželjna.

Konačno se usuđujem da progovorim
i da im kažem da su neverovatno tašti.
Zar bi toliko mladica
i toliko mrtvog drveća
i toliko lasti
ustalo da brani jedan jedini cvet?

U tom trenutku, laste su pobesnele,
počele da otkidaju crvene borove iglice
i gađaju me, sad već šišteći od besa.
Igle padaju oko mene i ubijaju sve što dotaknu,
i izgleda da neće moći da presahnu.

Nisam mogla da im pobegnem,
pade mi napamet da im krenem u susret,
pa neka bude šta bude.
Na svaki moj korak,
mrtvo drvo bi nestalo,
lasta bi se vratila na spavanje,
malo drvo bi se pomerilo.
Zemlja se zatvorila.

Opet smo tu bili samo ja i cvet.
I nikad nisam shvatila čemu sve ovo,
i zašto se digla tolika prašina oko...

...cveta tako lepog da ne smeš da ga dotakneš,
cveta tako lepog da ne smeš da ga ubereš,
cvet tako lep da uopšte ne miriše,
cveta tako lepog da se više ni ne otvara,
jer niko ne sme da vidi koliko je lep.

___________________________________________

A Flower So Pretty You Cannot Touch

Trees were so small,
With white swallows sleeping on them,
And then I saw the flower.

A flower so pretty you cannot touch,
A flower so pretty you cannot pick,
A flower so pretty it doesn't smell at all,
A flower so pretty it won't open again,
Because no one should see how pretty it really is.

I touched the flower,
It bit me.
I was looking at the flower,
It let a bunch of weeds grow from it.
What flower?
What a flower!!!
Strange flower,
The only of its kind.

My squeak woke up the swallows,
Their eyes were bloody-red,
Some had a teeth or two.
They formed a circle around the flower
And chirped at me in rage.

What have I done wrong, exactly?
I wondered why the flower was so pretty.
I wondered why the flower was so strange.
I wondered why the flower didn't smell at all.
I wondered why the flower was firing weeds.
And I said I'd never seen a flower like that before.

I sigh and think to myself,
How can such a pretty flower be so moody?

And then the ground opens up,
And dead trees are coming to life,
more red than white birds' eyes.
Now they're hiding the flower too,
They're quiet, not loud like the swallows,
But clearly letting me know I'm not welcome.

I finally dare to speak up
Only to tell them they're incredibly vain.
Would so many young trees
And so many dead trees
And so many swallows
Get up to defend a single flower?

That said, the swallows got angry,
They started picking red pine needles
And throwing them at me, now hissing in anger.
Needles are falling around me, killing all they touch,
And it looks like they won't be running out.

I couldn't get away from them,
So I thoght I'd run to them,
And just let it be.
Each time I'd take a step,
A dead tree would disappear,
A swallow would go back to sleep,
A small tree would move away.
The hole in the ground closed.

It was just me and the flower again,
And I never found out what all of this was for,
And why so many dust raised around...

...a flower so pretty you cannot touch,
A flower so pretty you cannot pick,
A flower so pretty it doesn't smell at all,
A flower so pretty it won't open again,
Because no one should see how pretty it really is.

One Reaction to Cvet tako lep da ne smeš da ga dotakneš / A Flower So Pretty You Cannot Touch

  1. Radmila says...

    Mnogo mi se dopalo!

     
     

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