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397 · Dec 2017
zigzag
Ruzica Matic Dec 2017
kicking rocks
picking daisies
braiding clouds
into my summer hair
I chased the river
and cut the ribbons
out of the salty air

not a moment
of relief
me a pretty
petty thief
stealing glances
stealing words
patch-working
forgotten worlds

my cramped bones
flutter
flitting
looking for
a proper fitting
forgetting shoes
under tables
weaving comfy
little fables

sleek sly foxes
owls wise
ruffled feathers
hidden prize
can you catch me
if I leave
a whole deck
of daises
up my sleeve
389 · Nov 2015
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Ruzica Matic Nov 2015
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midnight creeps closer
burning the sparks away
-we sift through violin strings
and Druid rings
our icy wishes
sprouting wings

there was a time
when we were wild
our big hair
making us blind
but now
there aren't many things
still left to find

crumbs and secrets
buried in a drawer
a difficult test
might make us recall
our very best

my rosy cheeks
a breezy step
picture of youth
in ballet flats
running towards you
no more rest
388 · Jul 2017
holes
Ruzica Matic Jul 2017
I woke up rainy one day
with storm in my eyes
my feet already wearing boots

I was ready to wade into the river
to tear up nets set by strange hands
break the barriers keeping the current captive

then leave wet footprints on the shore
with the wind leashed by my side
a loyal wolf
- dog eyed and only half wild
382 · Jun 2015
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Ruzica Matic Jun 2015
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a thousand icy stares
a thousand yesterdays
a lovely killing word
hanging on a string
I still remember
how we used to sing

on the streets
and under umbrellas
we weaved the rings
and spread our wings
in shades of off-white

you promised
you would take me
to Colorado Springs
in the fall
and I believed you
rain-stained eyes and all
334 · Jun 2015
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Ruzica Matic Jun 2015
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my fine staticky hair
blowing in the wind
always needing more
than they could ever give
hoping to swim
in a cherry scented dream

amidst the glide
of the violins
I danced on thorny feet
my pebbled shoes
already knew the beat

and the smoke billowed
from a forest fire up north
all those scarlet sparks
waiting to burst forth
334 · Nov 2015
november
Ruzica Matic Nov 2015
coiling mists
down long winding roads
a hundred dark riders
blurring the lines of frost
pursuing frail dreams
and things lost

chasing the memory
chasing the day
green rivers
combing their hair
with willow fingers
brittle and bare
323 · Oct 2015
whispers of autumn
Ruzica Matic Oct 2015
walking through memories
- a misty park of fallen leaves

hot-fingered hands
in each other's pockets
welcoming and deep
as promises whispered
promises to keep

the air is full
of buzzing thoughts
lit up by cold eyes
eyes the colour
of the coming frost
- we keep close
like little children lost

hiding footprints
in the clouds
raining breaths
on crinkly shrouds
318 · Nov 2015
bitter beginnings
Ruzica Matic Nov 2015
do we get a free pass
do we forget what was said
under the pale stargazer's sky
- words flowing scarlet red
old vows a gossamer thread
13 · Aug 2020
Stuck
Ruzica Matic Aug 2020
The keys are under the garden gnome
Do let yourself in
No need to knock
There's nothing here to win

The tea bags
Are in the flower jar
Please don't let the cat
Wander off too far

And remember
The day
And remember
The way
We smiled


Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

The Moon was always
Your favorite thing
Silver and pock-marked in the sky
Now all I can think of
Are the echoes of grey
In my scribbled on goodbye

My broken pencils
Your broken sighs
We left it all
Inside our mismatched lives
-Under the tables
And on the stairs
We said our prayers

And I remember
The day
And I remember
The way
We cried


Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

Inside the house
There are stars
Blinking down from the ceiling
And the cars are zooming
Through the rooms
Like abandoned heirlooms

And you remember
The day
And you remember
The way
We lied


Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

The night is young
You can still catch the last train
To the Moon or to Spain
I won't run after you
I'm stuck in the slow lane

Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

I won't be coming after you
I'm stuck in the slow queue

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