| Emina Mesanovic
Emina has spent the past year or so in counselling with Qpastt. During this time she has worked with art and symbols. She has found her most satisfying means of expression through poetry. Her poems express her grief, fear, anger, and sadness as well as love joy and hope. She has written over 180 poems during this time, and also become recognized by others around her as a poet.
Emina would like to share some of her work with others. She knows that it has played an important part in the process of healing herself from past trauma. She now taps her poetry and says, smiling, “Best medicine, best medication!”
A number of poems are included here as well as a drawing, which was her response to the question, “What is your life like in the present?” In her drawing she sits reflectively by the sea, while others (her fellow TAFE students) wait until she is ready to join them.
Written by: Lois Whiteman, Deborah Jones & Elioth Tonkin (Counsellor/Advocate)
Tonight
Tonight
Our eyes with foreboding
Our ears struggling to catch screams
Lurking in dense darkness
Tonight
Many desires
Dreams and passions
That will never be realized
Some of us will die
By the breaking of dawn
Bound forever
With a black thread
Our faces trembling
With trepidation
Tears and prayers
Who among us
Is this day
Preparing for a burial
For paradise?
Even before morning breaks
From within our circle
One of our friends
Is missing
One on whose grave
The wind will sweep across
For centuries
Whose life
Only the poet will describe.
Nocas
Nocas nam nemir oko sluti
Uho krik prazninu
Vrebaju vrisci
U preteskoj tami
Nocas puste zelje
Snove I strasi
Neko od nas docekati nece
Neko ce od nas poginuti
U svitanja zore
Zivot crnom niti
Zauvjek se veze
Nasa lica drhte
Sva od uzbudjenla
Suzom placu mole
Ko se danas na ahiret sprma
I prije nego svane
U zoru budjenja
Vec u krugu nasem
Jednog druga nema
Ciji mezar goli
Vjetar vjekovima
Ce da brise prosli
Ciji zivot prosli
Pjesnik ce da pise
Beautiful Scent
Beautiful scent,
Harmony of soft flowers,
In summer fields.
We do not know the names of the flowers,
Yet, they still flower for us,
Red and blue and gold.
When the moon spreads itself in the sky,
The flowers fold their petals and sleep.
In the clear dewy morning,
They wake to watch through out the day,
What kinds of work,
The birds and insects are busy with.
Only sometimes there is sorrow,
In the midst of the beautiful summer,
Because we do not know their names,
Yet, they still flower for us.
Divan Miris
Koliko Cujetova Nyezini
Livadom svakog ljeta
Ne znamo imena cujecu
A ono za nas cujeta
Crueno plavo zlatno
Mirise U sred trava
Kad mjesec ukrasi nebo
Cujece latice sklopi spava
Ujutro oprano rosom
Otvara trepavice
i cjelog dana gleda
sta rade bube ptice
samo je ponekad tuzno
sred najlepsig ljeta
jer ne znamo mu ime
a ono za nas cujeta
Hero from Merai
One more hero
gone forever from Merai
Fallen by the hand
of a brainless one
the one who actually killed and destroyed
But the punishment must arrive
at the torturer’s door
for the young boys of Merai
This is the oath
that I give in your name
and in the name of your wounds
People of Merai
Won’t you ever see
a free Britzco?
Aren’t you going to be at the last battle?
Aren’t you going to see Goonya, Saba River,
and your own Marai?
For Bosnia, the motherland,
Britzco’s hero’s are falling
So God Bless you
from all your old comrades
And thank you my hero from Marai
HEROJ SA MERA
JDS JEDAN HEROJ
ZAUUJEK ODE SA ME
UBI GA RUKA BEZUHNI
STO UBIJAJU PALE RU
ALI KAZNA MORA
ZLIKOVCE STICI
ZA MOMKE SA MERA
TO JE ZAKLETVA
KUNU SE TOBOM
RANAMA TUOJIM
RAJA SA MERAJA
ZAR NECES VIOJETI
SLOBODNO BRCKO
ZAR NECES VIOJETI
SLOBODNO BRCKO
ZAR NECES BITI
NA ZADNJEH BOJV
ZAR NECES VIDJETI
SAVV I RODNU MERAJKU
ZA BOSNU MAYKU DOM
ZA BRCKO I SLOBODV
HEROJI GINV
NEK TI JE RANMET
OD RAJESTAREI HU
HEROJU SA MERAJA
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