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    Endless Space Between
    Endless Space Between
    Endless Space Between
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    Endless Space Between

    By Nataša Dolenc

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    Endless space between is the authors' second published poetry collection. Poems could be labelled as human nature poetry, although diverse in nature; sentimental and poignant, with a touch of nostalgia. The poems are divided into three parts. The first part explores the sense of belonging and our place in this universe. The second part offers stories of love and similar sentiments. In the last part we search for a human voice intertwined in our lives.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNataša Dolenc
    Release dateMay 17, 2014
    ISBN9781310340635
    Endless Space Between
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    Nataša Dolenc

    Midwife. Poet. Photographer. Painter. Dancer. Reader. Escapist. Dreamer. Art lover.

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      Endless Space Between - Nataša Dolenc

      Should I continue from where I left off? Ignore

      the unwritten chapters in between? Characters

      remain the same, yet forever changed by the problems

      and wounds they let in. Every life is a rose petal

      and its fall echoes like a sparrow’s song.

      It's a slow process of progression from one side

      to the other. Your goal a reality

      or a dream – a plain difference when you try

      to write it in a letter; gazing so carefully

      at the words, the words gaze back at you.

      And you giggle at your own hallucinations. In the dream

      of our imagination the children whisper

      of men’s faults. Calling for a home of peace so close

      at hand in the green fields. Before the moment

      of waking up, we are larger than life. Nothing out of place.

      Writers have not run out of ink, but out of hope

      and confidence. There forever remains a silence

      before pen touches paper.

      i.

      hidden pathways in early frost

      a deer crossed beneath the tree

      wanderer with cold toes

      questioning the road he chose

      for all the sunlight seems lost

      ii.

      branches barely touching

      sunrays swimming through the leaves

      skin eager to drink them

      there is not enough time

      our footsteps echo in search of something more

      iii.

      dewy raindrops glittering

      under the hollow tree whispering

      about lifelines of the fallen leaves

      gathering blood into streams

      from underneath the dreams are shimmering

      Part 1

      Belong

      this ribcage is a door behind which hides an ocean

      sounds of the waves escape the mouth

      I moved around the kitchen as carelessly as I used to

      my body independent from the wanting

      these egoistic creatures upon which I stand

      never made enough use of their strong fibre

      rocks and water have left marks on my skin

      earth fighting a battle on the surface of our bodies

      like bubbles - when you poke it, the air gets out

      I belong to you, a bit wearied and bent

      diving through each dark coloured leaf

      I push my palms against the starlit sky

      the space between the earth and the moon is mine

      I wish you'd make a constellation

      out of the marks on my skin

      and fall in love with each one of them

      I wrote it in capital letters so you would know

      the adjective that was missing; like your voice

      that used to remind me of who I really am

      a tree extends across my back as wings would

      there is a place on the back of my neck

      where you can kiss me and make the branches shiver

      so I can feel the eternity rushing through the veins

      but »never« is a word unknown to this suit

      the future doesn't look so infinite

      growing old with the dread of ending

      let the body not be aware of its mortality

      moon is the heart, stardust is the blood

      We are theirs

      water bleeds out the reflection of me

      my body can't hide in the blue light

      we paint our bodies, setting milestones in time

      in the raw pocket of the universe

      where we've been for the last minute or two

      I crumble into thousand pieces of regret

      searching for guidelines, to define a purpose

      learning not to let the current drift me away

      I breathe the smell of loneliness

      above the ashes of burned bodies we walk

      let us chase the moon one last time

      may the moonlight tie our hands together

      and may the wild spirits living in our bones

      reach out for the home they once lost

      they keep calling through the depths of fire and flood

      -- we are theirs.

      Past keeps the engine burning

      today is not the day to put your face up on the wall

      but to wish goodnight to the green clouds

      while your past keeps the engine burning

      falling through space, weightless deeds

      moon can easily hide her face, as a guilty thief never can

      conversation flew onward, and you listened, but it was you

      who was

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