Elmedin Kadric was born in Novi Pazar, Serbia, but writes out of Helsingborg, Sweden. A student of both longer and shorter forms of poetry, and an avid observer of everything else.
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Of course, as a former British child, I immediately think of the Gunpowder Plot and the attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament, and of Guy Fawkes Day, penny for a Guy, bonfire night, and often raining or very cold at least.
I am also often a lover of rain, and often rain comforts and shields me too:
the rain
almost a friend
this funeral
Alan Summers
Publication credits: Azami #28 (Japan, 1995)
This was the poem I needed today.
__ Eleven, one month of twelve, is one moment of many years; your good verse had caused this thought, Elmedin. _m
eleven
time closes another month
smiles of years
A real sense of resignation in this one.
marion
November
I turn myself over
to the rain
—ELMEDIN KADRIC
Great!
Of course, as a former British child, I immediately think of the Gunpowder Plot and the attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament, and of Guy Fawkes Day, penny for a Guy, bonfire night, and often raining or very cold at least.
I am also often a lover of rain, and often rain comforts and shields me too:
the rain
almost a friend
this funeral
Alan Summers
Publication credits: Azami #28 (Japan, 1995)