Moj izgubljeni leptir / My Lost Butterfly

This is a poetry experiment written a couple of days ago. It looks like it's about an estranged lover, but when the lines in brackets are removed, the poem turns out to be about something completely different that can be described as an often problematic butterfly found with every single human, especially in the last 27 years.

Moj izgubljeni leptir

Ne mogu više da letim,
moj izgubljeni leptiru,
zašto padam, čim te se setim?

Šta ako te izdam,
moj izgubljeni leptiru,
hoćeš li moći da zaplaćeš?

Videla sam kako stiže proleće,
videla sam kako zima umire,
malo sam snage popila
iz bledozelenih očiju
morima sam plovila
i jurila gromove,
i najmanja stvar
bila je poput čuda,

(a ponajviše ti,
ti, ti i samo ti,
jedan jedini ti,
dugo čekani ti.

sem tebe,
tebe, tebe i još tebe.
Uspavanog tebe.
Začaranog tebe.)

Zbog tebe sam slaba,
zbog tebe beskorisna,
i sve ovo vreme
bila sam izgubljena.

Nikad nisi sa mnom,
nikad ne činiš ništa.

Kad padne noć plačem,
dok mi suze ne presuše.
(Da li si me ikad voleo,
moj izgubljeni leptiru?)
Hoću li ikad poleteti?

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My Lost Butterfly

I can no longer fly,
My lost butterfly?
Why make me cry?

What if I betray you,
My lost butterfly?
Will you know how to cry?

I saw spring arrive,
I saw winter die,
I got some strength
From the pale green eye
I was sailing the seas
And chasing the thunder
Every single thing
Was a little wonder,

(Especially you,
You, you, and more you,
The one and only you,
Long-awaited you.

But you.
You, you, and more you,
Sleepy you,
Starstruck you.)

You make me weak
You make me useless
And for all this time
I've been clueless.

You are never with me
You don't do anything.

And in the night I cry
Until my tears run dry
(Have you ever loved me,
Little lost butterfly?)
Will I find a way to fly?

2 Reactions to Moj izgubljeni leptir / My Lost Butterfly

  1. Petar Geras says...

    Da li ti kroz krila ponekad prostruji, osećaj da onima koji su ti bliski, onima kojim značiš, ... , pa i onima koji te tek upoznaju, reči: ne mogu više da letim, padam, slaba, bezkorisna, izgubljena, ... bude saosećanje boli, nemoći, ... svim onima koji su tu, čak i kada ih ne vidiš.
    I to baš zbog toga, što prostodušno, ali snažno žele da ti budeš ti, Iva; otvorena, hrabra, bogata najsuptilnijim osećanjima, koliko i bogata snagom da stvaraš, da umeš ... da li.
    🙂

     
     
    • Iva says...

      Znam da se ovo slaže sa gomilom stereotipa, ali eto, šta god da mislite verovatno je pogrešno.

       
       

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