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Nadia Jun 2019
When you’re running downhill
with a course to beat
or a place to be,
when you don’t have time
to fight gravity,
you let go, giving in
to joyous velocity...

Lean into the incline,
falling forward into time;
catch yourself strategically,
again and again,
on soft ankles and soft knees...

Watch your steps,
watch your speed;
take what you can handle,
not necessarily what you need...

If you can, if it feels right,
lean forward even more,
feel the adrenaline roar...

You are a force to be seen,
feel the world rushing by
your calculated careen...

Celebrate when
you’ve conquered the incline,
taking acquired momentum
and stolen time;
thank the universe
for the thrill of speed sublime
and then,
on to the next challenge...
Nadia Jun 2019
I watch those numbers
     Every day
Is it insanity?
     I’d rather not say
Is it necessary?
     Can’t imagine how it could be
Will it matter to anyone?
     No one but me
I should stop
     And yet...

NCL June 2019
Nadia Jun 2019
Some poems seize love effortlessly… the little ones, inconsequential, cheery and bright, the ones that take flight without much incentive; at times more homage than inventive; the ones sweet and light, easy to chew, they make you feel good before passing right through; they won’t get under your skin, they won’t make you itch; they won’t make any waves but they hope to bewitch…

Some poems are harder to love... the difficult ones, different and new; the ones that were hard to consume, bitter, broken or tough to get through; the ugly ones that might be true; the ones that demanded blood, that broke hearts and poured salt in open wounds; they won’t lift you up, they won’t dry your tears; far too sincere, they feed on your fears… they’re hard to love, like, let out or let go, but sometimes those are the poems we need to know

NCL June 2019
  Jun 2019 Nadia
Niesha Radovanic
if you leave,
leave tenderly.
wiggle yourself
out of these roots.
don't say goodbye to
my flowers,
they have already
lost enough petals.
  Jun 2019 Nadia
The Concrete Poet
You my love,
are an ocean
in a world
filled with
puddles.


written by me... ..
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