IBRAHIM HONJO

 

 

One Morning

 

One morning, quite suddenly

someone will me announce

that the water carried away my crib

winds swept away my park

rain washed away my tracks

 

one morning somebody would tell me

that my memories are covered with white

 

someone will tell me

someone third in me

that I lost myself

 

one morning

It will ask what happened to the boys

and why not their rate on Starry sky

and where is the sky

 

this will be a great morning if I wake up

 

Pain

 

From pain into a poem

From a poem into pain

 

If you become a poet

You will follow that path

Because it is the borderline of life

If you manage to control that borderline

You will remain a poet

Poet guardian of all difficulties

Poet guardian of all pain and indiscretion

 

If you succeed in locking pain in a poem

You will know how to control life

With letters and words only

You will be able to fight with yourself

In the great arena full of pain

You will be able to tame wild ideas

And survive in this madness

Where self-control lost all meaning

 

If you remain a poet

You will go from pain into a poem

From poem into pain every day

You will not spend money on unimportant things

You will not make money

You will be free from financial problems

But burdened with needlessness

Of your existence and your poems

 

That will be your biggest pain

 

IBRAHIM HONJO

 

IBRAHIM HONJO is a Canadian/Bosnian poet-writer, who writes in Bosnian, and English language. He is author 33 published books in Bosnian, and 11 into English Language. His poems have been represented in more than 100 world anthologies, and 60 literary magazines. His poems have been translated into 24 languages.