(I loved this poem of Tatjana's so much I wanted to post it for everyone to read)
squeezed into my patter
as an embryo in the womb's
i curl muscles and pucker up lips:
my name is
beg your pardon
it is easier to read the winds around me
than pronounce these chits
i can flee all the rages of the seas
but the cloud of my mother tongue
that follows my boat, a greedy sea-gull
will it ever leave me alone?
the only one i have, a bad penny
the alphabet stiff as a birthmark
once shiny, dainty and rich
now a weary rug stuck to my skin
just a puff, groan, a shivering heave
i can't strip off my flesh
it does not make any sense a moan
i gasp to the wind, who will ever grasp
what is behind my silence once i reach this land?
oh mein gott! mio dio!
boze moj! my god!
will you hear me better
when i touch the furthest shore
and understand me
with no translator
when i sigh
© 2007 Tatjana Lukic