Two Poems by Andrea Damic

 

Lost in the Echoes of Time

in the wasteland of life
your spirit levitates

lost in the echoes of time
almost truant at being,
silent reverberations cover the

numbness, inside the mind
adrift in a labyrinth of bygone age
where core truths hide,
dormant memories signal in the dark
faint and imperceptible

lying in wait, like
beacons of light

between life and death
accustomed to flickering

forging on

one breath at a time,
as you tell yourself your past

shall not define you

Whispers in the Wind (*ekphrastic prose poems)

*Note: this prose poem was inspired by Jon Carling’s artwork ‘The Advice Tree’

Website: https://joncarling.bigcartel.com/product/the-advice-tree-signed-print

She sees her in the moving branches as they whisper in the wind, in the leaves falling from the withered austere limbs, every autumn without fail. A shadow trapped in the barren fields of the snow-covered mind. She gets glimpses of her in the morning mist, at the break of dawn when insomnia strikes, sensing her presence in the scent of petrichor oozing from the ground. She looks for her silhouette in the gliding shadows of her peripheral vision, hearing her voice in the murmur of the creek just down the hill from where they used to live. She spots her in the fog of the muted memories; eyes shut, posture relaxed, imagining her face, wise and serene. She can almost touch it, a fading apparition from when she was a child. She knows her mind’s been playing tricks on her, making it harder to distinguish between reality and make-believe. Are these soothing whispers souvenirs from long ago or just her voice rummaging inside her head, an undulating notion of her loose construct? Oddly, it calms her, this battle with reality, the way they sneak up on her, all the displaced pictures, uninvited, lost between ubiety and dreaming. And no matter how hard she tries, she can only hear the echoes of once upon a time.

Andrea Damic, born in Sarajevo, Bosnia & Herzegovina, lives and works in Sydney, Australia. She's an amateur photographer and writer of prose and poetry. When she lacks words to express herself, she uses photography to speak for her. She believes there's something cathartic about seeing your words and art out in the world. Her literary art appears in Bending Genres, JMWW, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Roi Fainéant Press, The Ekphrastic Review, Mad Swirl, the other side of hope, and elsewhere. She spends many an hour fiddling around with her website https://damicandrea.wordpress.com/. You can also find her on X @DamicAndrea, Instagram @damicandrea and FB @AndreaDamic.