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When you say something
no one understands,
but someone in the room
quietly nods —
there I am.

When you think
you’re the first
to feel that way,
and the word already sounds
like it was there before you —
there I am.

I am the voice
you did not invent.
You only
borrowed it.

I am the song
that waited for you
before you began to write.

I am —
not new.
But already said,
only this time
with your breath.
(A Vigil in Shadow)

I walked where dawn had not yet stirred,
Where even whispers feared a word—
A field of ash, or poppy flame,
Or dreams too dead to hold a name.

She sat—not posed, but merely stayed,
As prayers do, lost in lips that prayed.
Not silence, no—but something near,
The hollow gasp behind the fear.

Her eyes were voids where stars had fled,
Too weary now to mourn the dead.
No mirror, no—an echo, frail,
A fading hymn, a ghosted trail.

No speech between us, breath was all—
And breath, it seemed, had learned to fall.
Yet in that stillness, deep and bare,
I felt a need that hung like air.

Not mercy moved me, but a grief
That sought, in her, some small relief—
Recognition, raw and dim,
As if the dusk had called to limb.

She looked—perhaps she thought me flame.
She looked—and found I’d lost my name.
And yet, in wrong, we both were right:
The sky was aching with the light.

No end she bore, no birth had I.
No soul, no song, no lullaby.
We breathed—and lo, the field grew whole,
With death, and dawn, and one lost soul.

Then off I stepped—not from, but to
Whatever breaks the black in blue.
And still, beyond what eyes can see—
The light begins remembering me.
and I
had No
More
Tears

and Oh Skies!
and Oh Trees!

and I
had No
More
Voices

and the Universe
was rocking
as if into
Nothing
I'm not a big fan of flies,
but I don't hate them.
I don't really like pies,
but I can make them.

I love my life, and can
fake it when I don't.
I could go on with
this poem, but it's
the end, so I won't.
 May 2023 Draginja Knezi
Rai
Moment
 May 2023 Draginja Knezi
Rai
Just for a moment
I could breathe.
For a moment
I thought I had it all.
That moment taught me that anything is possible.
But also that everything is always changing
Morphing
Renewing
Everything is temporary.
Even love …

...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running
spectral through the mist,

I walk lonely fields
 Jul 2021 Draginja Knezi
Zoe Mae
Every day same old same
Another possible creation
Gone down in flames
Please care.
Love's slants and spins have me dizzy.
Thy laughter's the star I navigate to
Thy voice a song I listen for
Thy touch I long for

Please care.
I make heated love's impious oaths.
Thy sigh is my pleasure as well
Thy smile is worth gold
Thy look my is my sun
a small, free verse, love poem
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