The fifth e-book of poetry by Violeta Milovanovic, reveals a new passion for life; faith in love; resurrection of the long-forgotten feelings that slowly began to spread through the veins. But it is also a lament for those old dark verses that disappeared before the power of love; a drought among the old rivers of words. It ends with a hope of staying with the pens, verses and poems for an eternity, at least.
~ Violet heart ~
Poke the soul
There’s a silent song in every raindrop,
trickling down the window pane
a vociferous, painful distant sob
in the throat and on the cheek pale.
Where is the horizon to show hope?
It melted in the rainy clouds long ago.
There’s a silent song
in every drop, every flow.
You are my silent song,
your melody pokes my soul.
There’s a dead part of my heart,
make it explode
into a shower of meteors
over your naked body and soul.
I struggle to give birth to a poem
deep and sincere
but you rob me of the poison
that solitude brings to me.
My veins are dry,
no verse floating there
but my heart waits
for you to dismantle it.
Bulldoze over those old verses
written in jejune years,
they are the dust, old losers
drunks, cowards, broken spears;
simulatedvigour, bold contempt,
audacity through shiver,
all of them should be dead!
All of them – just a drunk’s liver.
I think vampires don’t die
for they’re waiting for a perfect poem
so, bulldoze over the old shine,
let’s write a new sequel.
As long as we hold the pen,
we could never be dead!