beskućnik od tri tjedna

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beskućnik od tri tjedna

na početku Praške

čovjek je pjevao house of the rising sun

smiješio se ispod šešira

iz otvorene kutije sjajili su sitniši

na korak dva niže ispod Zrinjevca srela sam beskućnika

na ulici je kaže tri tjedna

nije mogao platiti stan

nije dobio plaću

Domagoj ili Dominik bješe

rekao mi je – Neću vas varati, ako mi date koju kunu neću vam ih vratiti. –

pošteno

moje je srce možda preskočilo jedan otkucaj

i nastavilo drugačije vibrirati

ljudi su prolazili

vedra noća se spuštala na ispod nule

 

6.2.2019.

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

Inspiracija – Znamen

Eduard Dimac_Zagreb nocu
2018 Eduard Dimač – Zagreb noću

 

Inspiracija – Znamen

kad ju ne očekuješ

iskoči iz žbuna

traži da ju nađeš

kad staneš

otima papir i olovku

rasipa tintu

vuče te za kosu

sapliće se o koljena

čuješ je kako se ceri iz kristalne čaše

klizi niz grlo

nadražuje crijeva

škripi u plućima

tvoj trbuh joj je trampolin

smije se, plače

ponekad i s crkvenog tornja u ponor skače

može biti tužna pa i ružna

prgava i brza

oštra kao sablja što ostavlja znamen

pazi, na obrazima i po tijelu kad ju traže

kažu nečastiva posla.

© Mary Mrvoš 2018

Objavljeno u zborniku 6. Gornjogradskog književnog festivala na temu: Vještice i metafore.

Link: radiogornjigrad.wordpress.com

 

Acceptance

Acceptance

you are who you are

a shadow, a lightning

a child, an adult

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a joy, a tear, a drop

a feather, a bird’s ankle

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a dancer, a singer

a dreamer, a naive person

an artist, a woman

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a breath of air

a gentle touch

a kind gesture

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a thin line on a monitor

an alarm clock

a teapot

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a storm tearing the world apart

a river flooding (nourishing) each year

a mosquito bite

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

arms open, arms closed

lids open, lids closed

silent heart beatings

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a baby’s cry, a needle

cancer, a vaccine

a dough, a brush

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a hug, a grandmother

a tooth, a knee

a desire, a witch (wish)

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a high mountain, a pond (a swamp)

a salmon, a penguin

an iceberg, a skyscraper (concrete)

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a whore, a psychoanalytic

a journalist, a hero

a victim, a life on a tread

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a coral, a sea star

a Troubadour, a voyager from beyond (the future)

a question, an exclamation

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a striper, a cleaner

a garbage man, an hot-dog chef

a film star, a boudoir

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a face, an illusion (a back, an inside)

a bucket, a popcorn

the Moon, the Earth

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a slice of meat, a zucchini

an ice cream, a macaroon

the Parisian, a Slav

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a cracked pot, a leftover

a homeless, a prisoner

a border, a policeman

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

visible, invisible

plain, delicate

an underground train, an airplane

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

the Nobel prize laureate for literature, the Man Booker’s International short-listed

a translator, a co-creator

pleasant afternoon at five o’clock tea time

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

you are who you are

a beginning, an end

a dot, dust,

an autumn’s leaf

a turtle in the see

you are the whole

you are who you are

 

Marijana Mrvoš Mary

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can’t imprison freedom

umbrellas art flying
Photo by Adrianna Calvo on Pexels.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can’t imprison freedom

freedom has no visible shape or color

still, you can imagine it

some days it will be soft and curly

other days erect in expectation

you can never know where it hides

waiting to be found

people try to catch it for centuries with butterfly nets and guns

by legislation and firm decision

telling what it can or can’t do or be

people try to imprison it and refrigerate it

put it in jail or jar, behind the bars

threaten it, kill it

keep it ready for a hot summer night

add it to a drink as an ice cube

no matter how hard

they try, they can’t imprison it

freedom

has no shape or color

still, you can feel her

when the chest opens

when a rolling tear travels down your face

when a bird eats from your palm

when you let go of someone dear

you can imagine it or feel it

even describe or define it by colors (for a split second)

still can’t imprison it

July 2018.

Copy Marijana Mary Mrvoš

Singapore

u inboxu treperi karta za Singapore

pasoš i japanke

pospremim u torbu

krenem

putujem dugo, dugo

dišem duboko, duboko

pišem slovo, po slovo

gledam stjuardese anđelije

tražeći im krila gotovo padnem

na izlazu naslonjen na zid čekaš

kad te dodirnem

nestane opna od sna

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slovo K

Kud da kreneš K kisne pod kišobranom.

Kosa mu kovrčava. Koža krckava.

Kao kreker od koštunjava klasa kleca u koljenima.

Kažem: Kakav kišobran!

I kliznem pod kaput kupljen za kovanice u Kini

krojen od Kima u Kostariki kad klima kaže: Kroji!

Pod kaputom krckam kikiriki, košpice, kokice.

Kino se kikoće.

Kazalište klokoće.

Komedija kaže: Sad će kiša.

Pod kišobran, pod kišobran

pod kineski kaput po kostarikanski

dok kiša oko kišobrana kovitla

krckamo kikiriki, košpice, kokice

kino, kazalište, kišobran i ja.

 

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

 

Vrijedim, vrijedim, vrijedim…

aufinger

Probudim se na aufingeru (aufingiram), na prečki za odlaganje odjevnih predmeta. Ispeglana, poravnana, bez nabora (molim), bez podočnjaka i pjegica na nosu (volim pjegice), preparirana, za prodaju.

Uokolo tišina, na zidu – rasprodaja pedeset posto.

Za uhom mi cijena – šest, sedamdeset osam, tri stotine, tisuću, šest tisuća, pedeset devet tisuća, sve iskrižano, danas tisuću dvjesto.

Odjednom žamor i graja.

Pipkaju me, dirkaju me (bez srama), natežu me, isprobavaju me, cjenkaju se, promišljaju, hvataju za bradu, za džep, kupuju, trpaju u vrećicu na kojoj piše purple is not just a colour purple is …… (imagine).

Na uredskom stolcu zbrajam, tipkam, preračunavam, pišem izvještaje, sažetke.

Kupac je na pauzi, na godišnjem. Kupac je iznimno zadovoljan, kupoprodajnim ugovorom predmet kupovine izgubio je identitet.

Kupac se potpisuje na izvještaje, sažetke, smiješi se u kamere, sja. Kad ga na presici upitaju zašto se na nekim papirima potpisuje krhotinama dijamantnih suza (istina) zatečeno se smješka i govori da je to privid. Tad , tad, odjuri do ormara, izbaci privid s vrećicom na kojoj piše purple is not just a colour….

Iz kontejnera vire noge sve dok mi netko ne pruži ruku i pustim me na slobodu. I am free. Probudim se u koraku, naspavana, svježa. Nisam na aufingeru.

 © Marijana Mary Mrvoš

Pjesma je odabrana za međunarodnu izložbu “Ja sam/I am” u sklopu Prvomajskog Inkubatora u organizaciji udruge Kreativni Krk. Izložba će biti postavljena u vremenu od 24.4. do 15.5.2018. godine, galerija “Decumanus”, otok Krk, Hrvatska.