The tadpoles in your aquarium

Dream violet waters, trampolines,

And swan-necked dolls-

As a symbol of grace.

Beyond the dioptres

Holy dust covers the crumped leather of shoes.

Paths kiss each other then never lavish again.

I sleep in your top dresser drawer

Protected against misshapen umbrae.

The wind puffs up blundering feathers.

Nobody hears you telling yourself:

Ancestors cloy our faults with genes.


Vyara Kozareva


Vyara Kozareva lives in Bulgaria. Her work has appeared in Adelaide Literary Magazine.


  1. we need more poetry that has poetry as its language and not just the form. this poem meets that requirement and I am impressed and grateful.

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