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Zana Coven: “A little ode to love” and other poems

Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Bosnian-Italian poet Zana Coven


Sorrow


He's gone

Without a word

For me

He's gone

With his dried lips

That once were

The spring

Of my every smile


He's gone

With a night bird

Hidden in his eyes

In silence

Of the moon and stars

Without light

That were

My mornings


He's gone

As winner or looser

Knows to do

Leaving sorrow

Hang on my soul

That will never

Ever accept

Not winners nor loosers


He's gone

Taking with himself

My dreams and My songs,

Not thinking even

To give them back

To me,

He's gone A little ode to love


For the love

Without colour

And form I sing


For the love

Without eyes

And ears I dance


For the love

Without voice

And touch I write


Because for this

Only love

We live We breath

We are!



Elegy


You don't know

How long can be

The moment

Of loneliness

While I wait for

Your only word

Drawing in

Your silence


You have no idea

Of thousands of

Little drops

Of shivering sadness

When you are

Far away

Still sitting

By my side


You cannot imagine

How deep can be

The sound of

My longing

For your smile

You don't even

Look at me

Lost in your world


So, better go

And when you

Discover that tinny

Missing something

That was love

Do not return

Offering me your

Empty regrets



Friendship


Two heads that

Trust each other

Four eyes that

Look in the

Same direction

Open hearts

For secrets

Open hands

To help Smiles

To cherish

Company

To share

Two worlds that

Support

Each other

Universe at

Glance

Big burdens

To bear

Sincere loyalty

To swear

So many stories

To share

Too many ideas

To dare

The same path

To walk

So many troubles

To talk

Coffe or tea

To drink

The same thounghts

To think

Never to feel

Alone

Hours and hours on

Phone

So strong is this

Bond

When that one you

Found



Remembrance


Only sometimes

When autumn leaves

Make soft and fancy

My path

I remember your smile,

I remember how clear

Your eyes where

When you talked to me

About moon who

Hated the day because

It stole his shine

Only sometimes

In foggy autumn morning

Wind remembers me

Of your voice

When I feel gloomy

And loneliness takes

My breathing

Heavy pain deep

In my chest,

Tonight the same moon

Shines in my room

As he wants to

Bring you back

And I start to wonder

It could be love...



Teen song


Should it be called love

My sleepless nights

My yellow river

My daylight dreams

Should it be called love

My easy tears

The fear I bear

Not to get his smiles

Should it be called love

His hand holding mine

His wonderful eyes

With him life is nice






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