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Best Poems Written by Sandra Dzananovic

Below are the all-time best Sandra Dzananovic poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Birch Tree

Cover me with the haze of
Fragmented years,
Let me sleep through this autumn
Where rains greedily devour 
Dying leaves,
And streams flow into the rotten silence. 
 
Clothe me with the moss
Which grew in the wrinkles of the forehead,
Make me senseless for the cruel fingers of the northerly wind,
And the silver which dwells  
On Venus Hill,
 
Just leave my eyes naked
To count in them rings of the birch tree,
Which cut down
Our unmeasurable distance.

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The Field On a Cracked Palm of the Hand

Abandoned childhood home
Was still filled with corn bread scent 
And ethereal steps of heartless motherhood. 

The music box, found in the corner of the room, laid
Full of Mozart and scars, 
Old cabinet 
With drawers for storing 
Always freshly harvested frost, 

That all, 
And rare watermark of father's eye 
In invisible aquarelle, 
Forced her to freeze the heart 
And clenched the fist, 
Preventing memories to spill over the soul
Like the endless field 
On a cracked palm of the hand.

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The Family Portrait

The windmills swallowed 
Don Quixote, 
Ocean spat out Atlantis.
Nothing will surprise their hearts
Captured by stony aortas. 

The boy from family portrait on the shelf,
Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange
(which left the trail in colour of the burning hearth
 across the sky),
And probably not even then, 
Not once, has he wondered 
What are the trenches on his mother’s face
Channelling salty water 
From two black amulets.

Sister’s arms grew wings and scattered 
Toward the hanging tree,
Row and untouched by loneliness, 
The dog was staring
At the dry terracotta peel,  
 
Only the father, 
Smiling and handsome in a black suit,
Resisted the tide of the scorched sunset.

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The Circle

In a tear of morning
on the fig tree leaf

lies the dream about the bird without wings.
Bird who
sang the silence of aborted memories,
drunk the sweat of bedevilled paradise
and surrendered to drown

in a tear of morning
on the fig tree leaf.

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Imaginarium

a light 
shattered 
in colour of the old paper 

sailing across the sky 

an ark
webbed 
by moonlight tread 

setting free its sails 

a dream 
painted 
on the child's face

waking up with its song 

a light
shattered 
in colour of the old paper...