MARIJA
NAJTHEFER POPOV
Noah
Silence!
Stopped
pendulum of the heart
and
breath stopped
The
thought is silent!
The word
has dried up!
Peace!
... and
he guesses everything
The skin
is itchy!
The eyes
see
al, shut
up
... out
of foreboding and fear ...
Clairvoyant
anxiety!
Clear!
... as if
I've already experienced it
... as if
I've seen it once before
That dark
shadow
that
relentless hug
ice wings
Black and
white feathers.
I'm
silent!
I am a
monument without landmarks
I am a
signpost in the opposite direction
To drive
you crazy
You,
what name
no one likes to tell you
You're
not welcome to anyone
Never
loved
Not
wanted by anyone
Hated by
everyone!
... and
you're female
Like her
from
which you take away children
From the
Immaculate Conception
until the
end of the world!
Noah!
Prepare
the boat!
The
choice is right!
Leave me
in this
eerie silence and darkness!
Take him
to be
fruitful existence
... and
dead silence
The joys
of the song overpower
Win !!!
Can I Buy?
Peace?
Can I
buy?
Tenderness?
How much
Attention?
What's
the price
Love ?
Don't
tell me nonsense
About the
freeness of everything
What do I
need!
Don't
give long speeches!
Don't
repeat clichés!
Especially
don’t get disgusted
To buy
love and attention!
It all
costs,
My friend!
All!
You pay
with some values
Tangible!
Material!
With
money and sacrifices
Checks
and credits
With or
without cover
With high
interest rates
Endurance!
That is
the living truth!
No
barter!
Extinct!
Peace for
peace!
Tenderness
for tenderness!
Attention
to attention!
Illusion!
And only
love reciprocated?
Tragicomedy!
My
friend,
Living in
the clouds
Feels
good!
Short!
The time
has come
Some
sudden moment
The
clouds are parting
And below
the abyss
Abyss
The abyss
All of
the distorted images
Deception
False
beliefs!
If you
have the strength
Yes in
that downfall
You pay
again
You will
get a quick credit of love
Which you
pay in installments again
And you
enjoy cheating!
Or face
it
Open your
eyes
Well you
And
understand!
Everything
is bought today!
It all
costs money!
And while
you're paying,
It lasts!
Survival
No tired
hands
songs to
write
as I walk
through time
rooms of
his childhood
from the
girls' window
I'm
watching old trees ...
Me, an
exemplary girl
with
stars in their eyes
and two
red bows
on thick
kicks ...
Unit,
silk
covered with love
so that
the night wouldn't hurt me
shadow
care sheltered
of all
the rough touches of life ...
Too
crippled now!
But
stubborn!
Keep
holding on !
On your
back the burden of survival!
Carry and
keep your head cut,
She grew
up overnight, got stronger ...
The tired
hand stumbled
He won't
draw the song.
Tired!
MARIJA
NAJTHEFER POPOV
MARIJA
NAJTHEFER POPOV: `born in Sivac (Backa, Vojvodina,
Serbia) on March 11, 1958, where she met a beautiful written word. Since 1996,
she lives and creates in Zrenjanin. Until now, she has been published in more
than a hundred joint, domestic and international poetry collections; published
in several domestic and foreign journals; translated into several languages. Her
first solo collection of poems, “I WRITE A WOMAN,” was released in 2018. The motive behind her poetry is Rose, and
Woman in all its beauty and splendor… Love is the initiator of everything!
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