Artwork by Ayelet Eder

The poetry collection “Give Me Something to Hold” juxtaposes some of the writer’s more recent works to find a common theme of longing and the search for meaning. Collected and named by ArtParasites, these poems beautifully capture the mood of our uncertain present.

On a cold, cold floor
Of a cold night club
In a sea of gyrating sorrow
The heat guided missile
In my rib cage
Malfunctioned
And sought your cold,
Cold heart

–Misguided

We came here
hoping for love
knowing that only
death is certain

–Inevitable

If we turn out to be average,
we will get to live 72.6 years.
Let’s not waste the rest of them
reading the statistics.

–What next

Give me something to hold
A purse, a thought, a hand
Give me something to love
A face, a day, myself

–To have, to hold

I miss the time
when I barely thought
about how many stars
are already dead

–When?

I am fifty-two today,
like a deck of cards.
No jokers.

–Isolation birthday

Each morning on my pillow
I see that I have died
I change my bed
And then I change myself

–Wakeful

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Tanja Bulovic is a translator from Serbia living in South Africa. She is a manager during the day and a poet at night (and sometimes during the day too – inspiration does not care for working hours). For her, writing poetry started as an outlet for pain and then turned into something bigger. She writes in English, Serbian, and French. Her favorite authors are Charles Bukowski and John Irving. She loves African storms, strong coffee, science fiction, and cats. “My children tell me they are proud of me.”

More by this writer:

• Short Poems on Memory by Our Readers
• Poem for Your Inner Child
• Painting Starry Nights: A Collection of Short Poems

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