Lamenting with Blue Jays

Blue sparkles in the twist of cold
branches tangle vivid stories
inside those black eyes darting around
spotting me looking, casting glow
of wind and thought and sorrow inside
creating a new world, solid ground, tide
of my ancestors following
this path I took, past, present, collide
on the blue color they hide and
I start to turn eyes glowing, plead
to stay here gazing at the shine
of blue vivid cold caller, provide
my life with twists and turns, memories
stay forever, under the cold pond
I see the glow, reflection of need
for the spring to come and branches
to grow green and yellow and red songs
of my forgotten wounded soul.

Photo Credit: gurdonark Flickr via Compfight cc

About Merima Trako

Merima was born and raised in Bosnia-Herzegovina (former Yugoslavia). Sudden nationalistic divide in the early nineties, leads to a bloody war where a three percent of Bosnian population (mainly Muslims) is killed. Merima and her family escape ethnic cleansing in Banja Luka (where she was born) and settle in Travnik. Her story continues with her move to the USA to study engineering and mathematics, her “other love”, where she lives now. She is a mother, a refugee, an engineer and a woman passionate about creating literary awareness about world issues, social injustices and her life experiences, consisting of complex topics, from religion to non-spiritual events. Her work is available for readers on her website Most recently she published two short stories and two poems in the collection of prose and poetry of the No Name Writing Group from Washington Depot, CT in their anthology titled “This One Has No Name”.

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