Author: Ursula Rabar Babic
irrequieto
Poem when you place a hand on your heart or hear the buzzing in your ears when your eyes shut still move or the air escapes what do you do? irrequieto the landscape doesn’t...
The Power of Goodbyes
Poem It strikes, painfully and almost fire-like when you know it is time to wave at the old days. Why though, you’ve asked? Imagine being the white dandelion its arms holding to the neck...
Remains of the Day
when you look back at a dark hour and ask yourself what have you accomplished today what do you say? rivers, mountains, suns reflections in the water sea of echoes… is that it? no,...
A Jet Lag of Lands
Poem it has been thrown over various borders and held by many hands while trying to listen to the sound of sleep sleep my darling, close your eyes sleep my moon, high in the...
What sense does it make?
do not look at me do not glance or wish to see if you are not willing to let go do not talk to me do not voice your thoughts or start to shout...
The Inner Voice
a drop falls from the ceiling on the warm floor a drop drops another one follows a leaf flies on the wind through the forest a leaf flies another one follows a pain hurts...
The Song of the Oak
Poem It was a long time ago in a world of mixed realities when I heard it for the first time. I saw the leaves move on the air blown and heard a song...
