Just Enough Words

Pinned Post

Don’t try.

———-

Don’t try

I guess if it comes it will light a bulb.

So i write stuff and bulbs fires up like fireflies in my mind

So it’s a kind stuff to have an imaginary word selection and verbal ecstasy.

But sometimes it’s too much firewood that burns inside.

I guess it’s just like that.

Creative flaw but it’s mostly flow.

When eyes and eyebrows close inside

And blinds hit the imaginary sight.

Sometimes it’s like blight

But you better hurry and replant the rest

New soil and moss because it can get really gross

Few sunflowers radiate inside looking for sunshine and then when it’s dark it gets too close and firewood cracks up

Along the firefly choir

And other critters in the fields and forests.

And then again it’s empty and quiet

Quite a good rest actually

Sometimes restlessness factually

And then some of the critters rest finally

And the silent writer speaks in whispers

And with patience he come to surface

After days, months even years.

.——–.

Poem by Marko Tivanovac

Background picture - Botanica No.23 — by Gail Potocki

16 08 2023 • 293 notes

Insufficient.

I realized my own insufficiency

Broader hording

Emotional bloating

Needed help

A guide

Im not talking about supernatural stuff

I’m talking about the pace

A sweet melody you got somewhere in between the messy rubble

When you catch it.

Play it

Play the style

Play the pace, your own dance

Your own pace

And you got it.

By Marko Tivanovac

7. September 2023

06 12 2023 • 13 notes

@beljar

The Letter by Romer Kitching

03 12 2023 • 119 notes

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Past love

Invading romances like ghosts

Perhaps it’s a thing about all imagined things

Perhaps reason and thought will stain the emotion and passion.

Perhaps it sounds like an old tune.

On gramophone somewhere in the basement.

Where there’s an empty seating for two.

Cold burns through the room.

Extinguished fire in the pit.

A bottle is dusty untouched.

An empty seating for two.

So I’m sitting here.

Maybe the romances like ghost will come out.

Come out of the wardrobe.

Perhaps I will just sit and listen to the melody.

A melody of what it could’ve been

And pour the wine from the bottle.

And wait for one seating left to be occupied.

It’s a cold winter.. you should light a fireplace.

Marko Tivanovac

29 11 2023 • 12 notes

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Night hours .

Turned to silent note.

Endorsed by the smell of coffee.

By the smell of cooking.

By the smell of wine.

Perhaps it is silent.

That silent song.

When pencil does it’s work.

When hands sing along.

With a smell of basil.

Sauce simmers.

Perhaps it’s sour.

It needs a pinch of sugar.

And a note of silence.

When gas is turned off.

Write down the verbal sound.

Draw the lines and shades of grey .

And don’t say a thing.

It needs a special note.

A note of silence.

Night hours turned sour.

With a pinch of sugar.

To get the right taste.

But don’t blame the tomato paste.

By Marko Tivanovac

28 11 2023 • 13 notes

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To što teče niz rinu.

Kap po kap.

To što pišem.

Nisam pisac.

Možda samo dođe pa prođe.

Kao kiša, noć i dan.

Kao neka tiha rijeka.

Koja siječe tlo.

Možda je to ta tišina.

Ta sreća kad ju zgrabim za dlan.

Kad sjednem uz prozor uz dan za dan.

I pišem stranice koje mi pokvase kiše

Možda je to ta tuga.

Koja čeka svakoga iza ugla.

Kad šetam niz ulicu kao stranac

Kroz maglu kao samac

Možda je to taj čamac koji pluta za bolje sutra

To je taj pramac i padobranac

Koji plače pa skače.

A on bi samo nosio kačket.

Možda je to ta sjeta brige.

Bez igre koja šije snove sive.

Ali tko sam ja nego ruka i penkala

Koja riše i kad je sunce i kad su kiše.

Marko Tivanovac

23 11 2023 • 2 notes

#poezija

Prkos suncokreta.

Možda ta crnina i prkos

Možda lijeva noga bosa hoda

A desna gospodska se dijeva

Možda ta crnina i prkos

Tinte prolivene po koži i papiru

Kaže odi kući i hodi po rosi.

Možda je to ta stara mahovina na ciglama i zidu.

Koja šapuće: lezi, odmori.

Možda sa lijeva na desno idem kasno.

Kako sam zakasnio probuditi pamet?

Gdje mi je bila?

Možda ta crnina i prkos i ponos.

Nosi samo leš i mrtvi odnos.

Možda se ti suncokreti skrivaju i sada u ponoć.

Možda te zrake sunca kažu - “budi se jer uskoro snivam.”

Možda kad urone u suton i zimu.

Kad kleknu u zemlju.

Kažu sačekaj..

Duga je zima, a proljeće će svakako doći.

Možda su ta crnina i prkos na stepenicama zime.

Gdje vidim samo ponor cvata.

Čekam kad kaže ustani.

Poput prvog proljetnog mraza.

Kad mi obraze sjetu kosi.

Poput kosca u rosi.

Gdje ljudi hode bosi.

Ali veliki je hod.

Usred tame po stepenicama korak po korak.

U taj dvorak.

Vrt kad proljeće dođe u cvat.

Nisam došao ni na prvi sprat

A suncokret može čekati.

Ali neka sad sniva do idućeg lipnja.

Do idućeg sutona rujna.

Do idućeg sjete kosca.

Kad žetvu kosi.

A oni suhi i bosi.

Kaže: Laku noć, snivaj.

Marko Tivanovac

23 11 2023 • 0 notes

#poezija

@alex-a-roman

I studied French for 8 years and all I remember is fromage

@offstage-euthymia

18 11 2023 • 54 notes

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@elusive-wow

Nenad Bacanovic

16 11 2023 • 145 notes

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Steppin’.

Steppin’ out with the in the crowd

On tip of my toes.

On tip of the coffee cup.

On tip of the chair.

Steppin’ out with no sound.

On each corner of the street.

With bare feet.

Red or green light.

A passage

With no passengers.

On the edge of the walk side

Seen but hidden.

On the tip of the chair.

Beneath the tree.

Shading under the soft music heat.

Steppin’ out with the in the crowd.

By Marko Tivanovac

Inspired by the song. :3

09 11 2023 • 6 notes

A hassle, dilemma

Opposition.

Opposing views and sides.

So different than the other

That they blabber of how right their own side is.

In anger.

None try to listen, none try to understand.

By Marko Tivanovac

08 11 2023 • 4 notes