Showing posts with label Poetry by me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry by me. Show all posts

Sunday, February 16, 2014

My 3rd poem with dedication...



Fortunately, the muse visited me in the last few days. Here is another poem I wrote yesterday, 15 February 2014.

Like the previous one, it is written in Romanian language. And it is with special dedication...

Although I don't translate it yet, I can translate the title: "De-a fost răul" meaning, in a raw translation "If the source of evil was..." or "If the evil was from...".
  

De-a fost răul

                   by Cristiana Nicolae

De-a fost răul de la mine
Chiar acum mă îmbrac în sac.
De-a fost răul de la tine,
Eu în bine îl prefac.

De-a fost răul de la lume,
Multă-i vorba de vorbit!
De-a fost răul de la demon,
Am în cruce un cuțit.

De-a fost răul de oriunde,
Din tăcere, din cuvânt,
Nu-i puterea lui mai mare
Decât dorul pe pământ!


Update on 19 February 2014

I have also published this poem on my Weebly personal site, on my Poezie.ro page
and on my Negru pe Alb page (on Ning). Once again, the Ning-based website offered me feedback very quickly.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Another of my poems - "Our morning"

I continue today my poetic moment with another of my poems. Like the one from yesterday, this one is written in Romanian language. Apologies to my English speaking readers.

This poem is called "Our morning', original title "Dimineața noastră", and it is in the memory to a very special moment in my life and to an extraordinary person. I end the intro here.


Here is the poem...


Dimineața noastră

        by Cristiana Nicolae


Acum zece revoluții
Aurora ne zâmbea
Într-o pură dimineață -
Dimineața mea și-a ta.

„Este dimineața noastră!”
Îmi spuneai atunci zâmbind
„Și pe marea mea albastră
În sfârșit, te văd sosind!”

Și mi-ai spus atunci mai multe
Despre cer, despre pământ
Iar în inima-nsorită
Ardea tainic legământ.

Zece pași făcut-a Cronos
Pași prelungi, plini de-ncercări.
Soarta în rostogolire
Ne-azvârli pe-alte cărări.

Însă chiar de-ar fi potopul,
Noi deloc nu vom uita
Acea pură dimineață,
Dimineața mea și-a ta...


Update on 19 February 2014

I've published this poem also on my Weebly personal website, on my Poezie.ro page and on my Negru pe Alb page (a cultural website based on Ning platform). On this last one, I have received instant useful feedback and I have corrected my poem accordingly. (I did noticed that this last website seems more "alive" than the old and well established Poezie.ro).


Friday, February 14, 2014

A poem I wrote today, 14 February 2014...

 I'm not very much into Valentine's Day, as it is a borrowed celebration, not a local one (by "local" in this case I mean genuine Romanian).

Still, I, somehow, hold this date as being an important one, for some personal reasons which don't make the subject of this post.

Anyway, maybe due to this reason, or maybe due to the divine will, this morning I woke up with these verses in my ears. I did not get the chance to entirely refresh myself, and the first 8 verses were already written in my mind. The next four one came soon after, in the same smooth manner.

I must admit that this kind of high level of poetic inspiration did not paid me visits since long time, maybe due to my long, deep, and frequent depressions. In these circumstances, when the muse enters our door she should be treated respectfully. And I also think that it is not just a coincidence the fact that I received these verses today without having to do much effort. So, I wont to write it here, and maybe, in the future, I'll write other poems that I wrote or I will write.

Unfortunately, for my English speaking readers and visitors, this poem is written in Romanian, my own native language. For now, I don't have any English translation/version of it, although I think it would be a good idea. But, as we all know, translating a poem is not that easy, and, as far I'm concerned, I'm not sure yet that I can do it properly. But I keep that in mind for the future.

Till that time, I apologise to my English readers asking them to use the so-hated Google Translate or any other translating tool they like.

The poem is called "Cel-ascuns..." meaning "The-hidden-one...".
 

Cel-ascuns...

              by Cristiana Nicolae


Cuvintele îmi pier,
Trăirile îmi seacă
De când auzul tău
Spre mine nu se-apleacă.

Rostește doar o vorbă,
Și gândul va înflori,
Și râul de lumină
Din suflet va țâșni!

Ascultă și vorbește-mi!
Atâta mi-e de ajuns
Ca să ajung la tine,
La tine-cel-ascuns...


I have given his poem as an offering...

Update on 19 February 2014

I have also published this poetry here, on the Ning Web called Însemne Culturale, and I did a small correction of the text according the advice I have received on that website. Very useful feedback I got on those Ning Websites!

Aside of that I have also published the poem on the following sites (the more one uses, the more chances to get usefull feedback) : here on Negru pe Alb (a Ning website), here on Amprente Literare (a Ning website), here on Poezie.ro and and here on my Weebly personal website.
I changed the title of the post on this blog.

Last update: Monday 10 March 2014
Poem published here on Rețeaua Literară (a Ning website called Literary Net).
I have forgot to mention last time that, the poem was, also published on my blog from Însemne Culturale (another Ning-based cultural website).
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