The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...

Saturday, March 24, 2012


Scaffolding around the walls of the soul.
Carefully removing all dangerous, precariously shifting elements
From the worn out facade.
Putting life's priorities in order, in accordance to the building plan.
Everything needs to fit in. The soul must be stable, functional, safe.
Let the light in. The finer essence. Comfort and warmth.
Give it meaning, give it all a purposeful exit, an excuse
Something to live by, to believe in.
Let the spirit flow. Let the place become sacred.
Let the eyes show, a beautiful view.
Inner beauty. Contentment.
All squared. All beautifully composed.
Let it be a marvel. A wonder.
Gently reveal it for all the world to see, to know.
That's how you deal with it. Between science and art
That's how you restructure your soul.


Keiran said...

Biljana, you write beautiful poems and the world needs more of these!

You have a gift for writing of profound things in a simple and clear and graceful voice.

I especially loved Structures - very evocative and it made perfect sense to me.

Keep it up!

Biljana Petrova said...

Thank you very much, these words mean a lot to me.