Biography of Elena Sandu
Am I a poet? Myself as such, how could I see?
Have I one clue of how to write poetry?
I am all but a simple earthly human, and my tiny words, are nothing more then little tries to have a whisper of my heart.
Love to use a fusion of many things in my creations. In my mind, beauty (you, my loving world) seems to attract words, words seems to be followed by motion, motion to imagery and imagery mix in the feelings. None could be done without connection to myself and from there to the surroundings, and further to the stars and moon, most fast connectors) .
Most of time love to let my pen dance fast and free, with no imposed rules the only thread to follow I wish to be my soul, my heart, and memories, all trying to be caught, frozen, kept a moment more, if I can catch one smallest part, one tiny dot of those almost unconscious instinctual thoughts coming from between the worlds I am happy and content, for, all that matters,
I have tried.
Elena Sandu Poems
A Kiss Catcher
Lost kisses lost kisses With the wind may fly After finding him sleeping On his shoulder you lie
*snow, It's Not Your Time To Go, Please ...
It's winter, yet I can feel first signs of spring seen the snow melting, heard the birds sing
From today, March 1st, This sunny day, To 8th of March Most women of my land
Romeo And Juliet Nowdays May Keep Alive
Romeo and Juliet Loved each other much But for their family's sake, Decided not to stay in touch.
The minstrel of hearts with tears behind smiles the sound of cracks a life that sucks
Memory Of Love Making
My back hurts, I try to work in my knees But those hurts too.
Who am I? What I am? ..dont really know.. Today right now
Master Of My Soul
Where are those times The years gone so fast Time to get out of leash Shall walk my mind away
Society keeps building cities to stop the nature create poets and artists on a conveyor belt.
.(*_*) Let's Have A Party! !
A party a party! I'll have a big party Lunch is too thinner Let's do a dinner
..Not Hard Nor Easy..If Not Impossible
Not hard to cry not easy to die Not hard to expect Not easy to respect
Soft grains of love
We have many moments that we could call Unique and Wonderful. It reminds me of the day's
Am I Not Happy? ! ? ....
Why am I not happy? Because.. The sun's not up? But I have a choice: - enjoy the clouds!
Smile is my best friend!
Wish I could always keep him close
But sometimes, like a precious rose
He dies too early for no reason
And that, after being spledid
for an entire season!