Jože Snoj: Lila akvareli

 

 

 

                                                           reki savi od svita do svita

 

                                                           REKA

                                                           ki noče teči

 

                                                           reka ki

                                                           se zagleda

 

                                                           in njena krila mokra

                                                           in bleda

 

                                                           in sled oblaka

                                                           ki se premika

                                                           korakoma

 

                                                           odštevanja

                                                           odsviti

                                                           dohitevanja

 

 

***

 

                        

                                                           DOLGE so niti

                                                           vode

                                                           nikoli razpletene

                                                           in nobene plavuti

                                                           več

                                                           nobene

 

                                                           in nobenega konca

                                                           več

                                                           nobenega

                                                           z brega do

                                                           brega

                                                           gaz

                                                           utopljenega

 

                                                           tu se mu joče

                                                           tam se mu hoče

 

                                                           siva čaplja

                                                           senco utaplja

 

 

***

 

 

                                                           NAJ so dnevi

                                                           še tako

                                                           nespečni

                                                           reka ne odteče

 

                                                           ko hoče spregovoriti

                                                           se ji zareče

 

                                                           ko hoče molčati

                                                           se ji zajeda

 

                                                           ob breg

                                                           bije

                                                           s čelom

                                                           beseda

 

 

***

 

 

                                                           RINGA ringa ra

                                                           ja

                                                           v krogu raste

                                                           trava

                                                           v krogih raste trava

                                                           svet še zmeraj traja

 

                                                           trave še latijo

                                                           trave še klasijo

 

                                                           vode jih mejijo

                                                           vode jih mejijo

 

                                                           ijo

                                                           ijo

                                                           ilo

                                                           skrijmo se v gomilo

 

 

***

 

 

                                                           BOMO sedeli

                                                           bomo peli

                                                           bomo pesmi

                                                           dihali

                                                           v perje

 

                                                           od večerje do

                                                           večerje

                                                           med omamami

                                                           in fotelji

                                                           bomo barva

                                                           bomo

                                                           voda

 

                                                           bomo zoreli

                                                           bomo žareli

                                                           sami lila

                                                           akvareli

 

                                                           torzi

 

 

 

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