Affirmation of colour
A picture is seen from a distance
I reached out
& smiled of what could have been
Back then , I was a child
& continue to be so
I see bees where there are skies
I hear skies where there are bees
Rivers fall as my heart fills with blue
I shout to myself.
But all that I can hear as I blunder through life is a wish, a dream, and pondering thoughts
as I slowly die
By Maria Grujicic
Walked on a tightrope
When would it fall?
Strands of hair
There was a time
The sun shone
Hair was held high
But it wasn’t mine
So I walked on and on
Suddenly I fell
He painted my hair
A breath cut free
Because I awoke
And beside me
The lights were out
In a theatrical play
Walked on and on
The other way
With hair worn long
By Maria Grujicic
This is a poem that I wrote because of my hair, as strange as it may sound.
I’ve always wanted long hair and living in a tropical climate I couldn’t keep it. But living in Europe it saved me from the cold winter months, and I loved it. Now I’m back in my tropical home and I wonder about my hair, and mix my emotions with my dream, a distant dream to be in Europe once more and wear my hair long.
Writing is a struggle against silence. Carlos Fuentes
- How to Spray Perfume in Your Hair (Yes, There Are Rules) (bellasugar.com)
The book Poems That Dance tells a story.
Read it from start to end
to make the greatest impact.
As you read each poem
listen to the voice in your head
that rejoices in the tone,
and enjoy the spices of dance
And make it yours.
You can also enjoy the free audio accompaniment and view presentations of my poems by following: www.poemsthatdance.com
Occasionally I used invented spelling.
I also used Greek, German, Serbian and Spanish to enhance the meaning and tone of each poem. You will find these in italic. My use of language is influenced by the cultural perspectives I gained living and traveling abroad, and growing up bilingual Greek and English in Australia, my home.
I will place these along with the meaning soon.
Like every girl I wished upon a star.
I had an intimate dream.
A secret dream.
And as I kept this secret inside
I traveled on this path, namely life.
And my dream grew
Unawares of where it came from
I realized I was dancing all along.
- Maria Grujicic -
Here’s a preview of my book:
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- Free Audio For The Book Poems That Dance (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
- Colorful Stars And A Colorful Journey (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
- Intimate Snow (poemsthatdance.com)
- A Poem And A Dance (poemsthatdance.com)
- “First Look at Mom” (musicdforcommunication.wordpress.com)
- The Thorn And The Petal (poemsthatdance.com)
- A Poem For Gala (via Bilingual Montessori Education) (traveliterature.wordpress.com)