Predstavljamo stvaraoce i saradnike/ Poetske vertikale

     

Kalina Gordijan, mlada pjesnikinja, pohađala Gimnaziju „Slobodan Škerović“ u Podgorici, a od 2023. godine je na školovanju u Anžeu (Francuska). Njena prva zbirka pjesama je „Let ranih godina Bemovom ulicom“, objavljena u avgustu 2024. godine. Knjiga  je  tematski podijeljena  na   cikluse: Porodica, Tuđina,  Ljubav, Priroda.

Izbor iz zbirke „Let ranih godina Bemovom  ulicom“ :

Soko sivi

Svjetlost treperi  

nad brdima.

Crveni se zemlja                                                                                                                                                                 

pod nogama.

Voda nabujala                                                                                                                                                            

samo što ne zbori.

I možda 

baš zbog toga,

učini mi se  

da soko sivi

 iz daleka stiže.

Sa proplanka                                                                                                                                                       

posmatram ga                                                                                                                                                                       

kako krila stera svoja.                                                                                                                                                     

A onda nestaje

u šumskoj idili.

 

Dora

Maršom noćnog napadača,                                                                                                                                          

tama oblaka sivog                                                                                                                                                                    

oklopi nebo daleko.

 

Kapi boje plave,                                                                                                                                                                  

dodirom nemira glasnog,                                                                                                                                                           

sviraju ofanzivu svoju.

 

Lice života mladog,

majčinog pogleda željno,   

ugleda pejzaž  

 zemlje tuđe.

 

Osjeti krv svoju,

tugom sleđenom duboko,

borac Mediterana dragog, 

djevojka očiju kestena,

dotrča duši usamljenoj. 

 

Njena šaka utjehe puna, 

toplinom njenog srca iskrenog, 

otjera more dječijeg straha.

 

Umorom ovladanog tijela,

dijete duha veseloga,

zaklopi pokretom leptira

svoja oka dva.

    

                                                                         

Kastelo

Stvori se pogled                                                          

s visina tvojih                                                             

anđele moj.                                                                 

Sunce u ranama                                                      

iznova

rađa se.                                                                     

                                                                              

                                                                                                                                                                   

I za tren                                                                    

duž maslinjaka                                                                                                                                                                                                         

pruži se.   

                                                                       

U dodiru jednom                                               

obasja...

Tek da osjetim

toplinu tvoju

kao da dolazi iz daleka.

I mada čujem

još uvijek

lelek majki

u stijenama...

 

Ja te                                                                                                                                                         

i dalje vidim                                                                                                                                               

onako lijepog                                                                                                                                       

u bijelom kamenu.                                                                                                                                                                       

 

Udišeš pjesmu

moga djetinjstva,                                              

dome moj.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Život mladi                                                                                                                                                                                            

kušao se                                                                                                                                              

često                                                                                                                                                               

na obali Sredozemlja,                                                                                                                                    

nesrećo jedna.

 

Foto Pixabay 

 

 

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