JAROSLAV KISH

 

 

Tired Sleeps

 

Tired sleep

A new day is dawning

I was dreaming

A wild cat

She scratched all night

And I was waiting for you

That you will come

Slip through the fog

And jump into my dream.

I washed myself with tea

From rose petals

To smell my tan

Then I understood

I'm really in love.

 

This Could Be A Poem

 

Crushed by words

This could be a song

Clear

autumn,

Setna.

Gray sky

And the wind in the whirlwind

The branches are swaying

And the song is happy.

Cheerful from the wind

This could be a song

With yellowed leaves

Hidden stars

From gray clouds

From cracked hands

Cold feet

And the smell of a flower that

Is still left from the summer

Well, it's still blooming

In the garden

Full of sunflowers.

 

JAROSLAV KISH

 

JAROSLAV KISH: Born in 1974. In Zemun. He has published three collections of poems; BEYOND ALL EVIL, THE VOICE OF THE URBAN REBEL, IN PASSING. He has also published poetry in various magazines for literature and art. Among other things, in magazines BEOGRADSKI KRUG KREDOM, online magazine POETUM, bilingual anthologies by Dragica Šreder from Hilden, Germany, Club Bbranko Miljković from Niš, Society of Living Poets, bilingual edition, translation into English, NEKAZANO magazine of Montenegro. Etc. He lives and create in Stara Pazova

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