The weather permits me to dance
Sensations build through passing years
Rain grows and returns to the sky
Wind blows in sudden reply
I hide to avoid the ache in the sea
It bleeds as I dance
To rhythms of chance
Crash!
I turned and saw
Broken glass was left in the sea
Nature’s miracle changed them to
clear, smooth stones
The bits healed like meditative clones
An anonymous dancer
And a subconscious heart
Led a silent breath to ask
Does he look handsome
When I dance?
By Maria Grujicic
Dedicated to my big love.
This was a poem that I started to write and edit before I went on holiday, and continued editing in Sydney. I romanced and tried to take my breath away from myself as I envisioned what the surroundings were telling me and expressed my feelings for them. My big love? My new-found love for Sydney, the air that I felt while I was there, and my amazing handsome husband who was there with me! I wonder if you can sense these emotions and impressions in the poem, and if you can relate to it in some way too.
I was excited to find this video while looking for a dance to go with my poem.
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Enjoy the audio along with the video. Play them together.
Try playing the audio at different times or repeating it.
Lately I have been pondering about many issues in my life and those of others around me. I have also been thinking about things that perhaps most people don’t. These are the details that pass us by that perhaps would give more meaning to one’s life, but we ignore. Perhaps this ignorance is simply a way to feel accepted among the crowd. Or an intelligent way of relieving alienation. Whichever the viewpoint, it is a safe haven. It is an issue of personal significance that I’ve explored in my poems. It has been a long time since I wrote and the answer is hidden away in my poems because I cannot truly put it into words.
The only reason for being a professional writer is that you can’t help it.Leo Rosten
I was alone with the sun
And it shone on me
The colors of its rays
Set me free
But I didn’t die
And I was made to be free
The I
Blinded the free
Hope cut
Blood vessels free
Blood roamed
And I was left all alone
With the sun
As it shone on me
By Maria Grujicic
Artist name, Malena
The poem above can have various meanings, perspectives and interpretations. It has my own personal meaning, that of sadness felt… it will pass, and a phase. It was fulfilling to be able to put emotions into words.
As another year goes by, and with Spring coming to sprout, I recall the period when I started to write my poems. It was a time when I found my career at a stop and I did a lot of walking and exploring around the neighborhood where I lived, in Frankfurt, Germany. For my readers who have followed me, you will know it was the suburb of Bornheim, the most inspirational place of residence I have ever lived.
It was an atmosphere of people combined with unusual activity of animal life. It was Spring. I see Spring as a wake up call after the time of hibernation that Winter provides. I feel free in Spring, and this particular Spring was different. I saw things differently, and it was when I wrote my first poem. And unbeknown to me, it was the first poem of many more to come! It is a poem that belongs to my first poetry book, Spring And Sing.
I See Spring
I see droplets of dew
I reach them with my hand
I find them in my eyes
I touch the sun
I hold the rays in my heart
I smell smiles everywhere
I taste them in the cool air
I keep them in my lungs
I eat refreshing ice
I hear the crunch in my mouth
I meet my friends
I smell their laughter in their words
I spring for joy
I see spring
By Maria Grujicic
Do you have a place of inspiration to share? How did inspire you, and what did it inspire you to do?
Thank you for reading.
Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.Marsha Norman
She was happiest asleep
In her dreams
Slight discomfort
Found upon rising
To forces of the wind
That gathered the sun
And water that ran
They were her friends
They helped her along
An uncomfortable reality
Woke her from a dream
To a daily world
She had to meet
Wide open spaces
She was educated in
A place
She couldn’t communicate
In
Unlike her dreams
A place with no words
Anxiety
‘Unfavored’ unpredictability
Clouds the mind
Floods the air she breathes
In
She preferred a world with no words
Than a language she couldn’t speak
I don’ t see you
With the kangaroos
It isn’t you
A hippy
With grace, humor and style
Inevitably
With a chance to stop
And breathe
And a time to cry
A pause
That exposed a soul
A risk
Unforeseen
That created a step
An entrance
To the outside
A place
A chance to stop
And breath
Honesty
Renewed a belief
And a place
An ability to see
And a place
For my quiet smile
A hippy
With grace, humor, and style
People, people, people
But not a soul in sight
I don’t see you
With the kangaroos
It isn’t you
A view, A vision replies
With quiet, heartfelt eyes
I see me
In a place
For my quiet smile
I felt
Always
Upon pondering thoughts
I said
I’d rather live away
In an alien place
Than feel a foreigner
In a familiar place
I live further away
It is why I stay
And I cherish my stay
While I’m away
I secretly yearn for her
In opposite ways
I see
A home
A possibility
Of a home
Though I stay
And I believe
That I am home
Darwin
With a soul
Soothes the wounds
Of mine
And yearning of
The Europe
I left behind
A reliable go between
A path
From here to there
Upon the path I stay
It is the home I make
Walking, talking, moving
Nightmares
Pierced face and eyes
An old woman, a girl
Physically drawn to her
She walked over to her
And gently touched her
That night
The room became alight
Nurses, doctors, family
Suddenly
Awoke
Safe in a world
And in its originality
A vacant bed
Across the view of her face
Left an empty space
In a fragile heart
And the strength of a rose
Released a determination
Of self creation
That she made her own
She left
An empty space
Before the time
That she would die
Free
Of the originality
Of a world she made her own
Shelter
Made her feel better
For a time
She left an empty space
Across the view of her face
Before the time
That she would eventually die
By Maria Grujicic (Malena)
The Desert Rose. Darwin, Australia
This is a poem that I wrote today as I remembered the time I was in hospital. I had an illness and I nearly died. I was too young to understand this as a girl, and the impressions that stayed with me were the activity of people around me. I seemed to have absorbed the idea of death, and carried the impressions forth in my life and I eventually came to write this poem.
The poem ‘describes’, if such a word is adequate to use, the unspoken, spiritual relationship of an anonymous dying old woman sharing a hospital room with a girl who is fighting for her life. Two souls are joined as one. When I write of ‘her’ I am referring to both the old woman and the girl, who is of course me. I was 13. When I refer to shelter and the ‘world she made her own’, this is the youth and innocence that protected me from knowing what was going on.
To this day I’m not sure what happened to the woman. I presumed she died. I was deeply saddened by the old woman’s death and my potential fate. I didn’t know why it was happening, but it stayed within me subconsciously and I wasn’t able to comprehend it until I became an adult.
This is the audio of a prose that I wrote a while ago while I was living in Germany, related to this theme. Now I’m in Darwin, Australia and my impressions are different again. The word ‘rose’ in each poem I wrote is used to mean the noun and verb of the word ‘rose’. For example, if you read the desert ‘rose’ as a verb, you will get a different meaning to the desert ‘rose’ as a noun. Both meanings are intertwined. The photo is of a desert flower found in the bush, not too far from where I live in Darwin. It is a symbol of strength and survival.
The Desert Rose
The only reason for being a professional writer is that you can’t help it.— Leo Rosten
Rain arrived one night
Like plentiful ripples of rivers
Blessed with watered light
Of a trillion subtle droplets of mirrors
That marked the moon on the earth
And colors of sun gave immaculate birth
To a dotted rainbow that filled the skies
Brought fire to water,
Turned darkness to day
As I watched the elements together at play
A cause to further explore
A question that calls for more
Is there water in the universe?
And is there a place for my tentative birth?
By Maria Grujicic (Malena)
I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
— Anne Rice
A place, a scene,
I didn’t expect to be
In
I found something,
Unexpected
I left
And what remained
was a dream
I dreamed
And I floated
With my conscious Mind
My body,
I didn’t feel,
And I walked
With friendship
By my side
A Bond
Connected the bits
It was friendship,
Happy and free
I found this
to be
My dream
In
My past, present, and future
A distant dream
And the what I call reality
A distant dream
I create,
To shield my heart
I create a shell
of luminosity
for all to see
Clothes to bare,
They pull my skin
Together again
And create gravity
That bolts my body
In place
In a scene,
I didn’t expect to be
In
By Maria Grujicic
Listen to the poem.
A poem, a dance dedicated to my close friends Gala & Lena. A friendship, a place, a dream to be ‘In’. Danke xx
