Forest in fall

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Carnival of war

Foggy memories emerging

 After so long

Of the full-fledged

Carnival of war

In the ill fated country

That ceased to exist

Soaked up in flaming blood

Of unfortunate innocent souls

It happened

Just after we took our wedding vows

We were spinning around in the chained seats

On the carousel of blazing madness

Trying desperately to wake up

And shake off the nightmare

While every new morning

Brought only one after another

Rude awakenings

World said:

Never again

We can’t let it happen ever again

Two decades passed since

And it happened

Again and again

At many

 Too many tormented places

The Carnival of war

Tours this sad globe

In a perpetual heinous cycle

With no end in sight

8/2014

© Mirjana Cesar

Coal miner

I wrote this poem when I was in 12th grade.

It was written in Croatian originally. I found it recently and translated it to English: 

Coal miner

Thunder at the end of the night

Storm with iron-gray towering clouds

Wind howling somberly fiercely

Around the battered old trees

Raindrops frantically

Endlessly

Falling down on mushy earth

Finally

The first hesitant ray of sunshine emerges

Behind the hill

Man comes out of the valley

Trail leads him through the woods

Each step more difficult

Heavy mud clinging to his heavy shoes

Few more drops fall from the sky

On his numb rough face

His dull shining eyes

Tormented

By the misery of a trivial hard life

His heavy dark garb

Impregnated with fine black dust

Coal miner

Hurrying to the mine shaft

He becomes a mole

In a minute

His eyes have blurred vision

Since they’re not accustomed to daylight

His hands have a rough firm grip

Since they’re not accustomed to tenderness

Yet in his character

There is something that draws attention

Because he doesn’t ask for anything

Earning bread with his hands

He sleeps heavy

Because he’s too tired to dream

He goes to spend a day in the dark

By the twinkling light of a miner’s lamp

At dusk he shall return

The same way

With laborious steps

Unknown heavy thoughts

Not ever noticing

A thousand stars in the sky

His tired eyes fixed on the narrow trail

Which never ends

In memory of my grandfather

Stanko Novak

A coal miner

© Mirjana Cesar

1982