Poem: Child left behind

days roll faster and faster
things you knew and loved
have gone away or been replaced
pages written have gotten fewer and fewer
you acknowledge the change in the years number
but you're stuck at a point in the past
abandoned by the spoken words
mind free to run through the fields and far beyond
to bathe in the lake of your imagination
found yourself in a conflict with the form
for it is unmoving, stable and caught
but it taught you senses through which you feel
in search for a way in which you could be at ease
to grab the thing that keeps you from singing
and not to be a friend of shadows
there are so many stories in which you played a part
but left them before the end was written
in this world it only matters
how good you sell yourself
how good you please others
what kind of living is this?
when you feel most alive in your dreams
but the fear and expectations push you further
as the desire to return to the child
left behind gets bigger and bigger

© Nataša Dolenc

 In this time and place, I think a lot of people can find themselves in this poem. Did you?

Poem: Wearing Autumn

Wearing Autumn

don't be fooled by this white dress
these curves and lines
in truth, I am wearing autumn
colorful coats, wind at the feet
waving dark golden hair
got caught in her adorable breath
her face blooming with wisdom
gracefully she walks in
bringing with her the cold
that goes into my hands
and I hide them
in the pockets of my coat
drying my hair in the wind
drinking from her well
thinking through her slightly
        melancholic mind
for you see, I am always wearing autumn

© Nataša Dolenc

 Written in July of this year.

I don't know if you share my enthusiasm about autumn, but I always felt most comfortable and most at peace during that season. I get the most inspiration from it, and it seems like it's easier to think clearer. Besides, I'm autumn-born.

Love,
Natašek