Martin Birkmand
Digtet One to Remember
Digte/One to remember
natten // hang over // søerne sluttede mig // til en gruppe trump // tilhængere he was // that last minute change // before the world // went woke han lægger // en ladt ak47 i hånden // på en 11årig for // tæller ham at det vil stå // i historie // bøgerne hvordan lands // byen ætsede væk i dag // gryet
Poem 30:
may
the fourth be
with you like a news
reporter sitting in the
back of
your head telling
you the sun has to
shine on the
dark side
some day that you
will go blind in
brightness war is
repetition a desire
to consume
let
the garden stay over
grown at least it
has grown into some
thing i keep receiving
pointless numbers
turn right in 400m
the road stops
in 200m 100 people
applauding me when i
drive off the
pier the harbor floor bleeds
petrol and then everyone
leaves
the city in the
end
Dušan MitrovićA poem I wrote the other day:
If my beating heart could feel
Feel all the things I need to hear
Maybe all of this could pass
Maybe all of it could disappear
If my beating heart could fathom
Fathom all of what you mean to me
Maybe then I’d begin to wonder
Wonder how to set me free
And free I set myself
As a bird that flaps its wings
Flying high up into the sky
Waiting for a brand new day