WATER POEM

I envy shells at the ocean bottom

The moon upon the deep of skies

Leaves that tremble with the touch of breeze.



I envy rivers - they know their sources

And an embrace waits for them at the end.

It would be easier if I were a lake:

I would have banks and the skies for a roof.



But I am a woman

And I love you.

Widow’s Dream

After twenty years of widowhood

Today, at dawn, I woke up

With your gentle presence

Next to me

So close, yet so fluid.



I miss you, my husband,

Our marriage hardly consummated,

Never given a full chance

In this short lifetime.



The time had gone by too fast:

We raised a child, had a career,

But never enough time

For each other.



Now that all is over,

I miss your gentle presence.

I am saddened by the fact

That we were too young and too shy

To explore each other,

And too busy

To realize it.

You In My Dreams

Since I have known you

You have inhabited my dreams

So they are restless

And feverish

Like my reality.



For me

There is no peace

No escape into oblivion

Everywhere - you.



I am afraid

Of dreams

Of awakening.

YOU TOUCHED ME

When,

During our talk.

You gently touched my hand,



I did not dare

To notice it

Beyond the rational level.



Here it was,

Your hand,

And a whole human being,

One whole precious life

With its hopes and disappointments,

With its talents and weaknesses;

A whole unknown universe,

I would love to explore,

In exchange for mine

To merge with.



But I did not dare

To accept it,

To hold it,

To keep it.



Because,

So many times,

So many hopes,

Turned out empty.



My blood is running out

From the wound of disillusionment

And I am getting tired,

Tired of hopelessness.



Please,

Give me another chance.

Young Love

It is not crimson red

But light pink and blue

Like young Picasso’s paintings.



It smells like snow and early violets

And tastes like insecure hope



Making you feel like

Singing in the shower!

Your Laugh

After many years

I heard you laugh.

It echoed hollow, green,

Something broke in me

And dark blood dropped

Upon my blue memories.

HAIKU AND ALMOST HAIKU
1.

Look,

Your peonies in my vase:

Silent death

Of a misplaced love.
2.

I’ve lost everything.

Now I fully understand

The concept of wealth.
3.

I have lost it all.

Now I am truly wealthy:

Only friendship counts.
4.

Leave your fatherland.

You’ll carry it

In you for ever

DAY AND NIGHT

In the same room

In the same bed

During the night

We become one.



During the day

Life separates us

And the space

Where I am alone

With myself

Grows.



It almost scares me:

Do I love you?

Do you love me?



During the night, again,

As if testing our love,

Our kisses grow more passionate

Our embrace urgent

And our intimacy airtight.



Then, I know,

I love you

And you love me, too.



What is it

In the daytime

That frightens us?

Mira N. Matarić: Svetlost i senke
("Zora", Monrovia, 2001)

Autorsko pravo (Copyright) 2001 Mirjana N. Matarić
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