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The Grandmother I Never Met

Published January 9, 2014 by Malena

The Soul I Want to Keep

What I do know about my grandmother is what my father always told me. “You have her voice, you have her eyes.” She had style. I saw a photo of her published in a book. She was posing for the camera in the most distinguished way with my grandfather next to her. I stared at the old photo hard, trying to see some of her personality that I could take away with me. I dearly wanted to know her and perhaps learn more about myself so I created her in my mind.My grandmother was just 15 when she met my grandfather, who was much older than her. It was illegal to marry that young in Greece so they went to Marce, France. So the story goes.As a baby she sang to me. It was over the time we visited Greece. I have the vision of her cradling me in her arms and it won’t leave my head. Tragically she died young. She had diabetes and for some reason did not care for it so it spread. The doctors needed to amputate her leg because it got infected and she died because of the loss of blood.If you ever visit the island of Kalymnos, you will find a statue of a woman holding a ‘laina’. She is the symbol of strength for the island. The woman worker who prepared the house. She gathered food, dealt with household chores and cooked for the family. How interesting that in such a male dominated culture a woman is the symbol of the island. She’s interesting to me because of her beauty, strength and grace. Likewise, my grandmother is highly spoken of and my grandfather who was great in his own way, seemed to be her shadow.

The Pull of A Spiritual Bond

Chasing My Roots

Kalymnos Independence DayI look and act like my grandmother. She is the one I hold onto. She is my dream of who I want to be; graceful and kind with a thorn by my side, that allows me to breath among human kind. I remember her, I have a kind image of her. A young woman, the reflection of a mother of the past. Living a life of the now, holding onto that while everything else is destructive and in ruins. The tension love holds, the veins I hold in place and the heart I guard for dear life. Oh how it plays in my mind, that thought I left behind in the anonymous land I love.

Every time I visit Greece I’m immersed in emotions that haunt me in beautiful ways. I yearn for these feelings when I am far. Do we all feel a spiritual bond with a specific family member? Or is it just me? Are my genes so strong that they are pulling me in her direction or am I over-romanticizing the thought?

I ventured abroad 10 years ago to find my roots as I searched for clues to my identity. It’s a funny ole thing to do because one might think they they already know themselves. But I needed to search my past and it wasn’t because of untold stories. I was drawn by my past spirits. A home will always have this power of attraction. The problem was that I was pulled between Greece, the origins of my family and Australia, the place I was born and grew up in. The power of this pull eventually came from different directions as I made my home in different cities of Europe. And attracted me so deeply to Paris.

I have family living in France that I never met properly. I’ve seen them once when a few members visited my aunt in Kalymnos. It was the first time I heard Greek spoken with a French accent. It was delightful and I pondered about visiting them. But what would I say since they are now so distant? And besides, the bond I have is with my grandmother.

When I visit Greece again I will search for the photo of my grandparents and add it to my post.

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Inspiration of Greece

By Bike To Australia & Back

A story of poems that illustrates a continuous beginning. Fresh and anew again and again. My poems are about absorbing the world around me with a pencil and paper in my hand. The way I see my life and the lives of others as I build my own outlook. There are poems for every mood in each chapter, sequenced like a story. A story of every day life, love, family and travel.

Paris

The Romance With My Art

A Portrait In ParisOh how I yearn to learn the language and live in France one day. Paris is the place for artists. It’s where one goes to create, to be appreciated, to discover and to be discovered. It was where I had my portrait done and where I returned again and again for various reasons in my life. When in doubt, I always turn to Paris.

The last time I was in Paris I danced! I wrote my impressions and formed them to created poetry. I love being with my arty friends because they don’t see me as weird. They yearn to have their senses challenged in the same way as I do. I talk to them about my ideas and I can see in their faces that I’ve triggered something. They speak with no words and I then know I’ve created a spiritual bond. Just like the one I have with my grandmother.

Poems That Touch The Soul

“Sometimes we need to step away from our immediate surroundings for all to become clear and find truth.” I started writing to introduce my poetry book. Included are color photos of our dance adventure in Paris. If they give the same impressions as my own, you will experience unexplained emotions that can never be replicated or told again.

I continued to write, “This is true for myself. It is how I came to write my poems as I realised my subconscious love and passion for dance. My varied life experiences at home and abroad led to self-discovery and a realisation of a life of dance that I have always led that relinquished my disappointment of lack of pursuit.”

I explain my nomadic life and it is this life I have led in the pursuit of finding my artist self, the spirit of my grandmother.

“Life is dance, and without dance there is no life, and love for these are inseparable. I’m a dancer and poet at heart. Two inseparable art forms, one soul. “Poems that touch the soul & don’t adhere to the pattern of life”, refers to a nomadic lifestyle that lends itself to reach the unexplored self. This is an art form, one of its kind because it can dance and has always danced. It unites strongly through poetic philosophy that delves into ethical boundaries, aesthetics, education and love. A concept that encompasses and revolutionises a soul. It becomes true in its purest sense as every word put to paper is felt by my heart and a final breath celebrates creation.”

Malena

A Poem

This poem illustrates the journey of finding my artist self through my grandmother of whom I’ve never met. I can feel it. I do have her voice, I do have her eyes. And what more, I have her name ‘Maria’. Traditionally girls are named after their grandmother in Greece. I chose the name Malena which represents my artist self.The poem is published in my book, Sudden Clarity. Last night I created an audio for this poem just so I can share it with my readers.

LYRICS

Colors emerge with age
Rusty browns and creamy whites
Classic and timeless
Up to the present day

Poise and stance romanced
I searched for the thought in my head
Like an apparent fate
That raced to catch the bait
Only to return home instead

I went in search for you
I found you
And ironically returned without you
Hidden virtue of love and sacrifice
The torture runs again and again
as you,
The thought remains in my head
To let go of it
And free it
Is a symbol of love
for it
Freedom of self,
Alongside it
A vision of self
Within it
Flight,
Is a hidden virtue of love and sacrifice
for it

And there she was
I saw her from afar
She was
There
She was
I looked back
And there she was
I saw her below
She was
There
She was
And I thought that was me
I saw her near
She was
Here
She was
Enclosed in a city
High buildings
Surroundings
Like walls
She was,
In a coffin
I saw she was

It was a coffin for me
Preserved
It was

Like the flowers he gave
She froze
The frozen flowers,
He gave
Like the photo
She took
Long ago
Desperation
For preservation
Of the love
He gave

Youth
A curse
That buried her head
In love
they were
Two decades apart
they were
She unlocked her heart
It was a place
He buried his head
To rest
And watched
The times
People walked by
Without a care for a soul
A heart, a body
Unnoticed
When it grew old
And youth, a past
A curse to bear
Use her, describe her
Find her!
She called
Malena was her name
Paris, France
Was her ultimate aim
Ich habe eine kofer in Paris,
Was her claim

I might be related to the Greek Australian journalist John Mangos!

Did you know that I might be related to John Mangos? Whether it’s fact or fallacy, I’ve been told this all my life. Before I changed my maiden name, people asked me ‘Are you related to John Mangos?’ all the time!

“John Mangos has had a thirty-six year career in journalism, the past thirty-three years in television. He is currently a news presenter for the Seven Network and is a regular guest on the Sunrise and Morning Show programs.” http://www.johnmangos.com/biography

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A House, Like A Sacred Keepsake Box

Published August 3, 2012 by Malena

 

LISTEN TO MY POEM HERE!

Hi Everyone!

This is my latest poetry tag of a poem I wrote when I was in Greece one summer. I was inspired after observing the beautiful old abandoned houses. It is a poem about the love we need to give to a house to keep it alight. Sometimes after reading a poem, a mixture of thoughts and feelings go through me, and I wonder if I will ever write such a poem again. The moment was irreplaceable.

THANKS FOR VISITING!
Maria Grujcic (Malena)

 

Introducing Amazing Free Audios By Malena of Poems That Dance!

Published January 13, 2012 by Malena

Here’s a Glimpse of the
FREE AUDIO
The Password is the last word on the last page of the book.
LOOK HERE 

The poems by Maria Grujicic, also known as Malena, are beautiful and tell a story. Listen to them from start to finish as you watch and listen to the cool, relaxing video of Tribal Fusion Dance!

INTRODUCTION


ABOUT THE BOOK

Thank you for listening,
Maria Grujicic (Malena)

A Petal, Malena

 

 To find out why and how I named the books Poems That Dance, The Thorn And The Petal, and A Gentle Fire, Follow: www.prefacme.com

A Petaled Poet

Published December 28, 2011 by Malena

INTRODUCTION


ABOUT THE BOOK


A prose made up of short excerpts from the poems in my book.
Watch the videos at the same time as you listen to the poem for a relaxing effect.
I’ve chosen these ‘illustrating visuals’ that remind me of home. Those of above and those below.
Impressions are welcome!

A Petaled Poet


A story of poems About Life, Love and Travel. Intelligent and imaginative perspectives are sought as obstacles unravel a mystery. An intimate life, spiced with dance as identity is peeled away with an aim of ultimately revealing a truth. The intricacies of life made pleasurable by a soft stable heart beat and a melodic dance.

By Maria Grujicic

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The book is also sold in 2 parts:

Part One: A Gentle Fire

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Part Two: The Thorn And The Petal

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A Long Lasting Petal

Published December 12, 2011 by Malena

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AUDIO COMING SOON

The thorn will last longer than the intricate petal,
Both are beautiful,
Though the petal will give more pleasure,
Long lasting pleasure.
A mother born
The child with a thorn
By her side,
The spirit fertilized the fragile egg
And the womb was blessed.
No one can see it
And how,
But what if I could find the words to describe it
Whatever it is that I feel,
Want to feel,
And find my peace.

By Maria Grujicic

This is a dedication to my beautiful, innately philosophical, always alive in spirit and grace, Greece. In the poetry book I’ve included photos of a short life span of travel through Greece, the place I searched for my roots. The journey of travel is illustrated to go with a dance, a fertile dance that releases my grace for life.

PREVIEW OF THE BOOK COMING SOON 

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.— Gustave Flaubert 

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