I stood there <br />understood there <br />a moment <br />of writing butterflies <br />onto the grass bladed skin <br />forever gone <br />the remnants patched the sadness <br />the scar upon the face of an early rise <br />when no one heard <br />how flowers were screaming <br />at many coloured people <br />with many shaded talks <br />just passing by <br />with multiple eyes <br />resting on some play else <br />till they found <br />a grasshopper way behind <br />the starting line of all their races <br />who merely hopped and made no traces <br />with too many hands clocked <br />unclocking the hands of time <br />already strangling their idols <br />was that Diana they were hunting <br />who weaved the black carpet for a white horse <br />tame at her hand the bow and arrow <br />resting at the side of Crone <br />was that Aphrodite they raped <br />among the white foams of the black waters <br />who cried red tears for the blue of the sky <br />where Zeus powerless dwelled <br />looking for God to pray to <br />watching me stand there <br />my moment as short as a butterfly's life <br />forever in love with a grasshoppers silence <br />we ate together <br />neatly spun webs of times <br />and still i wonder if this moment... <br />was it mine <br />the starting line of all their races <br />was that I <br />who merely hopped and made no traces<br /><br />Miroslava Odalovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-under-stood-there/
