3 poems by Zdravko Odorcic

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For a long time I have been digging the hardness of the ground 
With my nails I touch the paleness of the skin unknown 
Wondering how they are my unmoving neighbours
Coldly rigid laying or curvely dead        

I don’t know where you arrived from  and when the death touched you
I feel your closeness from lands away
Pain and suffering  still screaming from your mouth                       
The strongest is the scent of holocaust of your burned souls          
I count the pellets in a number of holes in head
Blood has already dried in empty eyes
With your bodies the earth is covered
As the food to some better words

 Man is anyway the only being
That cruelly destroys himself alone                                                                
Hopefully from these dead bodies new ones could born
As these did not deserve this world.


 Walk, walk...
 With your charming high hills, 
 and hold my hand tight.
 You are full of youth desire
 Inside me, still my old heart beats.
 Walk, walk...
 Our souls are touched
 With my age experiences and your young excitement.
 Walk, walk...
 With your dreamed body
 Hidden under the coat
 With your head leaned on my chest.
 On the next love intersection
 No mater how heartfelt would be
 We'll kiss as long as we could
 And than walk away in separate ways.
 And, we are so interesting (special) couple....
 Curious side walkers
 Don't know if I am your father or grandfather
 Walk, walk..
 maybe we will meet while still young
 Recognize ourselves after our hearts beat
 In some other shape
 On some other planet
 In some other world....

 Come and sneak,
 You are right under my skin
 Under my ribs
 Are you ready to listen to heart's beats 
 coated with you
 Stars are shining in a different way
 Moon has a silvery smile the same like mine
 And the wind make us feel fresh with its warm, gentle touch.
 I don't hide you
 Just proudly carry in side me
 I will cry from happiness on a thirsty grass for water
 Wash you early morning with the freshness of the 
 bedding scent
 So beautiful
 I will breath in and breath out
 Look at yourself
 I keep you under my warm skin. 

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Zdravko Odorcic was born in Osijek. He works and lives in Zagreb, Croatia. He is a theatre activist, a writer and a poet. He published over 150 literary works including 9 plays, I novel, 7 poetry books and 1 children book. He is founder of Kultura Snova and online Radio Snova. He is a playwright who directs his own scripts on stage. He was the founder and Director of TV Osjek Plus during the Patriotic War. He leads Zagreb Poetry evenings weekly. Kultura Snova has 250 members and followers all over the world who collaborated and work with him. He is some kind of cultural ambassador connecting people from various races, cultures and religions spreading tolerance, peace and bridging people from all over the world through his artistic activities. Recently he started caravans of poets called Na Dlanu or On The Palm of The Hand producing anthology from each poem festivals he organizes from various towns in the Balkans.


Published by darcie friesen hossack

Darcie Friesen Hossack is a graduate of the Humber School for Writers. Her short story collection, Mennonites Don’t Dance, was a runner-up for the Danuta Gleed Award, shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Ontario Library Association's Forest of Reading Evergreen Award for Adult Fiction. Citing irreverence, the book was banned by the LaCrete Public Library in Northern Alberta. Having mentored with Giller finalists Sandra Birdsell (The Russlander) and Gail Anderson Dargatz (Spawning Grounds, The Cure for Death by Lightening), Darcie's first novel, Stillwater, will be released in the spring of 2023. Darcie is also a four time judge of the Whistler Independent Book Awards, and a career food writer. She lives in Northern Alberta, Canada, with her husband, international award-winning chef, Dean Hossack.

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