July 13, 2010 » Klot & frket / Knit & Purl
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I think I have fever, probably caused by hormones, not an illness. So, this is what happens when I have fever. Not a part of any of the two series so far. Perhaps I need a third series.
Klot & frket
Oslobodi moje zamršene snove i pusti ih da polete,
imam ceo bataljon tegova u ovim cipelama,
kao novine, vodim dnevnik nesrećnih krajeva,
za slučaj da mi jednog dana zatrebaju.
Na mojoj strani je uvek frket, na tvojoj klot,
i zato sam iznutra prepuna grubih čvorova,
neki su svakim danom sve veći i veći.
Zamisli gde bismo mogli da stignemo sa munjama umesto ruku?
Zamisli šta bi bilo da su točkovi četvrtasti.
Knit & Purl
Release my tangled-up dreams and let them fly,
I've got a whole batallion of weighs in these shoes,
Like a newspaper, I keep a diary of sad endings,
In case I might need them someday.
My side is always purl, yours is always knit,
And that's why I'm full of rough knots on the inside,
Some of them are getting bigger every day.
Imagine where one could arrive with lightnings instead of arms?
Imagine what would be if wheels were square.
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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"Imagine where one could arrive with lightnings instead of arms?"
Imagine if arms were only used to hug and never to punch?
Thanks for the inspiration as well, that will become a post on my blog soon
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