TATJANA LONČAREC

TATJANA LONČAREC

NEW YEAR'S SMILE

I came full of great expectations

New Year's Eve spent in a foreign city

It was night and the music was playing

on the platform when I arrived

the all city lights turn on.

For me, it was enough like a sign

to lighten my heart in restless breasts

on my coat glowed a blue shade of hair

the man who had eagerly expected me there.

I went through the streets full of lights

rejuvenated favourable  celestial signs

more full of delight, less bravely steps

in the minds, I danced  the evening  waltz .

Already arrived promising New Year

when I knocked on your door

New Year's Eve dinner was served

without a smile of a man, for me

on the planet  the highest being .

I was brave and I have not shown

all the lights in me turns off

thousands of kilometres  I travelled to you

and the smile of your unworthy I was .

WHITE SUFFERING

My suffering is completely white

as lambs born in the snow

helpless and powerless,

it spreads like wild flowers

on a green hill whole.

Eyes of my suffering

are not accustomed to wonders

only of carelessness,

callousness and disregard

but even suffering is crazy to live

so it is eternally in love

in a veil of tears.

At the foot of the hill

above the town

where suffering is born

Whitening is suffering

as a white herds

tears of life

always new

always young

no end.

WINTER GARDEN

From grain seeds to lush flower

it is winding and steep path

in the winter garden of my world

be what you are is not in vain.

Purple cyclamen and chiming lily of the valley

with delicate leaves and fragile flower

out of favor even of the mild wind,

in the winter garden of my world,

I find them permanent shelter,

without fear to be yourself

know that they will not damage them

but pave the way for them with the sceptre.

Hazardous cacti and sharp agave

can grow only to the fence

to others beings may not work shadow

with no resistance to living in the place marked

in my winter garden will have a special place

I will visit them as gentle plants, daily and often in that case.

In the winter garden of my world

can live plants of different cultures, identities

in many colours, varieties, forms

If they follow the advice of Mother Nature

live proudly and let live others to live in peace

do not attack weaker than yourself

attack stronger than you

I'm her child too

and hear her cries

I want life germinates and thrives

from the small seed to a magical flower

each flower to be a messenger

and poet of their own world.

TATJANA LONČAREC

TATJANA LONČAREC is a poetess from Zagreb, Croatia. She has published two collections of poems – That the World does not Die (2005) and Crowned Roses (2008). She is an active member of poetry association "Morning Poetry" Zagreb. Mute Melodist chosen her poem "White Nights" for Poetry anthology Paradox/Oxymoron as the Language of Poetry. Collective collection of poems COM-PEN-DI-UM published May 2016 in the USA where Tatjana Lončarec participated with five poems. Realistic Poetry International chosen her three poems for Realistic Poetry International Anthology 2016. Nav Works Press' USA, Los Angeles in new book Sometimes Anyway: Pride in Poetry Volume II published her poem Cavalier. 2017. Poetic Bond VII Anthology UK 2017. also published her one poem.