Poems

“Structures”

CONCRETE
It’s the times of change.
The time when the hunter cries in the ear of it’s prey.
Where the fool leads the way and where dust turn into silk.
In the concrete jungle an echo travels between the faded walls.
A pale boy carves endless patterns with his nails.
The thousand marks of the Industrial revolution, a dated revolt against time has ended.
Signs of age in drooping rust and cracked surfaces tell stories of a golden age.

SHALE
A fragmented reflection cold and dark whispers through the velvet evening mist.
The sharp rose thorns cuts deep into the shale cotton cloth.
It is dark and cold the night is near.
A sparrow navigates desperately through the emptiness.
Tears fall from an old statue and turns into liquefied stone.
A desperate longing for the mannequin he cannot reach.
The scent of the roses soft gentle touch was never enough.
He cries out in the night, but only a whisper.
The destiny of a man no one remembers remains only as a faint memory.

ICE
The bitter ice-cold wind whispers gently its final words.
Everything it touches turns to ice.
The bone white ribbon soars through the wind like a dancing angel, like a
Cottonmouth in a desperate search for a shelter.
The knuckles ache and turn white, shivers, then silence.

BRICKS
Gentle tones of pale colors transforming into shades of grey.
The manmade stones weathered from wind and rain, endlessly struggling its certain decay.
Heavy bricks lined up in perfect squares. A chessboard of order and control.
The queen stands tall, swept in a draped blanket of concrete.

Poems by: Nikola Adamovic