DRUIDESS by Milijana Bozovic

I guess I can write some lines only when I am truly open and totally fragile…

I do not know if these moments resonate somewhere else but for me they are like lying in the sun and being burned and then reborn. It is like capturing all missed breaths...

Druidess

By Milijana Bozovic

What I do during the nights

is easing the pain

of our confrontation to light

Flower of the song saves me

from the time of the world

and I am ascending

Ruins of the world

are the ruins of me.

If I regain myself...

To make music forever living,

I bring it, you shape it

'cause the base for the world is in the loss of breath

Blueness, lead me,

Earth, hold me,

Fire, kiss me with warmth,

Wind, you carry me

'cause the divinest has made me

(And what it is called when you give your whole self

although you are happy alone?)

(Find more of Milijana's poetry in our new book! Just click here)

Milijana Božović: I am from Montenegro, Balkans, Southeast Europe. I am 23 years old. I've been writing since childhood, mainly poetry. It was and still is my way of writing a diary, through verses. In my opinion, it is important to have a way to channel one's own energy and one's vision of everything around, inside and beyond. I am interested in music, literature, translation. I sing and I play bass guitar a little. For now, I have one song recorded under the name Aera Barda. The song is Voice of Oneness (Moola mantra). I plan to learn playing guitar so I can present some of my verses in the way of singing, also. I believe in Love, Light, Peace.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

Comments

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness… Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience. Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Ga...

STILL I RISE by Maya Angelou

Six years ago, I had the privilege of listening to Maya Angelou speak live on the value of poetry at the University of Florida. I share these reflections with you again today, in honor of her birthday. I was relieved to get one of the last seats available for this rare event, having arrived at five for Maya Angelou ’s free speech at eight. The historically long line began with people settled into beach chairs in winter coats busying themselves on tablets, or eating sandwiches for dinner. As helicopters hovered above and newscasters below, I felt the excitement of realizing that thousands of people were gathering together to hear an eighty four year old black woman recite her poetry! Maya Angelou speaking at University of Florida on Feb. 27, 2013 When the curtain rose -after an overflow of hundreds were sent away- we lucky ones on the inside greeted Maya with a standing ovation, as she smiled sweetly, beginning her talk using metaphors from nature. Maya asked...

IN THE STILLNESS OF THE NIGHT by Ginny Brannan

Just take a moment to pause... When life becomes rote, and frustration grows from being immersed in the same routine—different day, sometimes we need to remind ourselves that peace is still there—within our grasp— if we just take a moment to pause and enjoy the stillness and beauty around us. In the Stillness of the Night by Ginny Brannan Late winter’s eve and all is still the lawn lies bathed in silver light— gray shadows race across the yard and climb atop the windowsill to draw my gaze upon the sight. I stare out to the moonlit night, across the deck and wooded path fresh–painted by new fallen snow. The scene infuses with delight; this gift inside storm’s aftermath. Half–buried now, the old birdbath lies shadowed deep in indigo— it waits on promise of the spring when arctic chill has finally passed and snow gives way to new green grass. With gratitude, I hedge to go; tranquility allays my soul… I turn ...

Journey of the Heart

Search This Blog