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True story. About love.
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Ne nosim je na rami.
Vseeno čutim težo.
Ena za drugo venijo.
Sem ena trajejših vrst.
Počutim se veličastno.
Metulj ne ve,
da se zibljem
še dolgo po njegovem odhodu,
stiskam iz sebe olje,
da podmažem vse sklepe.
Odnos zemlje in sonca je ključen.
Pomirja me.
Prepoznam občutek in
upam, da ni bilo zadnjič.
Jesen je.
Zagotovo zmorem še kakšno parado.
Antarktika
Si hotla bit Betmen,
da bi dobila pingvina.
Napisala si Dedku Mrazu
da želiš 'met pingvina.
Zakaj bi hotla Betmena,
če ga hoče pingvin?
Ti si dobla pingvina,
ti piše ful rim.
Jest sm tvoj Pingvin,
se okol tebe vrtim,
kot da si moj dom,
moja Antakrtika.
Jabolko spora
raj, 2019
hera, đenisa in eva kadijo!
sedijo za mizo in se režijo!
bežijo ure ko praznijo čaše!
za čase ko so se borile.
pustile za sabo so mnogo podjetij.
stoletij ne štejejo več po postavi!
Nastavi sa rakijom, sestro, nastavi!
Midve.
2020 to publish my poetry.
Intimate detail
(moji čebeli, ki zamuja letala z mano)
BY HEID E. ERDRICH
Late summer, late afternoon, my work
interrupted by bees who claim my tea,
even my pen looks flower-good to them.
I warn a delivery man that my bees,
who all summer have been tame as cows,
now grow frantic, aggressive, difficult to shoo
from the house. I blame the second blooms
come out in hot colors, defiant vibrancy—
unexpected from cottage cosmos, nicotianna,
and bean vine. But those bees know, I’m told
by the interested delivery man, they have only
so many days to go. He sighs at sweetness untasted.
Still warm in the day, we inspect the bees.
This kind stranger knows them in intimate detail.
He can name the ones I think of as shopping ladies.
Their fur coats ruffed up, yellow packages tucked
beneath their wings, so weighted with their finds
they ascend in slow circles, sometimes drop, while
other bees whirl madly, dance the blossoms, ravish
broadly so the whole bed bends and bounces alive.
He asks if I have kids, I say not yet. He has five,
all boys. He calls the honeybees his girls although
he tells me they’re ungendered workers
who never produce offspring. Some hour drops,
the bees shut off. In the long, cool slant of sun,
spent flowers fold into cups. He asks me if I’ve ever
seen a Solitary Bee where it sleeps. I say I’ve not.
The nearest bud’s a long-throated peach hollyhock.
He cradles it in his palm, holds it up so I spy
the intimacy of the sleeping bee. Little life safe in a petal,
little girl, your few furious buzzings as you stir
stay with me all winter, remind me of my work undone. #bees #berlin #poemoftheday #poetry #lovely #stayawake #creative #tumblrpoetry #poetplatform #poeticme
BOOKSTORES/LIBRARIES IN ROMANCE FILMS: When Harry Met Sally (1989) Before Sunset (2004) Remember Me (2010) Funny Face (1957) Notting Hill (1999) You’ve Got Mail (1998) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) Obvious Child (2014) 10 Things I Hate About You (1999) Beginners (2010)
