Aozora : Under the Foreign Sky - Goran Milenic

Ispod Tuđeg Neba - Under the Foreign Sky

Goran Milenić, (Bosnia), Rotterdam, The Netherlands

Love

And today, when you return
Again and again on the window
Just as when you left.

Call me regardless how late,
if you feel it's
sad moon on the sky.

Again this night we dream
different dreams
the same pillow.

Landscapes

The lonely oak --
the only road sign
in wheat fields.

Cut down forest.
Amidst logs
blossom wild orchis.

When tulips die
in the field are left
only windmills.

No traces
in the deep snow.
Milkman is late this morning.

The first snow fell.
I can't wait
'till the daybreak.

Cities

Streecar ticket control.
Through the door disppears
just conceived haiku.

The end of asphalt --
the beginning of the end
of urban laws.

Just the beat
of unknown footsteps
in the thick fog.

First the alarm
of the ambulance.
Then the church bells.

After the closing time
tables are decorated by
upturned chairs.

War

Poplars cut down.
How now
can I find the house ?

A choice of haiku by Serge Tomé (Aozora)

Ispod Tuđeg Neba - Under the Foreign Sky

Goran Milenić

Editor : Osnovno javno radio-novinsko i izdavačko preduzeće "Brčko", Brčko

contact : Goran Milenić gmilenic@hotmail.com