LILLA LATUS

 

LILLA LATUS

The Only One Question

 

how to live

not  to be

 

a rope

in the hangman’s hand

 

a piece of paper

with death sentence

or  farewell letter

 

this direction

taken by the wind

spreading  fire

 

the question

to the answer

which is either

the only one

or stupid

 

freedom not bigger

than the crumb

which may make you

gasp or choke

 

how to live

not only to be

 

Blurred   Photograph

 

The girl committed suicide

swallowing slowly

less and less colourful pills

staring at the dead end

of the street ahead

stroking her Persian cat with one hand

and clutching

the brazenly colourful  photograph

in the other one

 

Nobody cares

that the pills in fact were

rat poison

the cat was a teddy bear

and the street

one of the longest  ways

ever

 

And there was no photograph

 

My Right Hand

 

knows

how to wipe away a tear

from a kid’s face

 

good at handful

taking

clenches

the small fist

hearing white

hoof  of anger

 

sometimes

salty

as if somebody

sprinkled

tears on it

 

can  prevent  eyes

from being

cried out

 

has hollow gestures

down pat

right 

missing hand

 

LILLA LATUS

LILLA LATUS (Poland) - poetess, translator, author of reviews, song lyrics, articles about travelling. Many times, awarded both for her poetry and engagement in cultural activity for local community. Published nine books of poems. Her poetry has been published in many magazines and anthologies both in Poland and abroad (USA, Australia, India, The Czech Republic, Italy, etc).