Dorina Neculce

Dorina Neculce Poems

Now when all the rivers have dried up
When they split entirely
herbage
Sprouted wild beasts languages
...

the river more blood will ask from you
your forests will load trees from bones
in your veins a bitter bird
feathers will smash as a
...

comes not say

passer
...

Women Crusader - Poem by Dorina Neculce

I cover the heart of the rain
with one only tooth
...

, , Let there be light
behind the doors of lead, ,
When eyelids are extinguished
like some torches
...

with the body
easily volatilized
always with night curtain
hanging over the shoulder
...

I am the defeated one

strangers who cherished me
look they healed their wounds
...

Refusal of pure thought

My mothers do not
They're still sneaking their infants
...

Adevărul are formă rotundă.
Confuzie gravă. Adevărul poate
sta în mijlocul drumului, cu genunchii strânși,
cu mâinile strânse împrejur ca un cordon ombilical
...

My God and everyone's
to those who wears their shadows
through the hot bowl
do not break
...

haiku

ramura de spini
inimă crescută-n os
...

allow meto pass
by rivers of illusions
, , born and not made, ,
trapped on shore
...

in my ancestral land
larks sing
in
whispers
...

Felicia is surrounded by
waters troubled
her hands
smooth shadows
...

the man of the time

the day will pass
like a flickered
...

they gave me a baby
from the train
I did not know him
"It's yours, " they said
...

I living

in a perfect harmony
...

stamps 2

comes not say
passer
...

și m-am ascuns aici
ca o umbră
sculptată în ceţuri de fum
pielea mea netăbăcită
...

Dorina Neculce Biography

poet and narator of Romania (Transylvania) https: //www.google.com/search? gs_ssp=eJzj4tDP1TcwzzE3NWD04ikpSswrrswpS8zLTAQAVTkHwA&q=transylvania&oq=Transylvania&aqs=chrome.2.0j69i57j46j0l7.14568j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8)

The Best Poem Of Dorina Neculce

Dear Mother

Now when all the rivers have dried up
When they split entirely
herbage
Sprouted wild beasts languages
Remember that thou hast born
a sign of fears undone
I've lost my courage in a final
cry
My hand take shape the truth and
hot clay
turning it on all sides no
you could not recognize eyelids
are the only opener of way
Cavernous in this city of where
the angels were departed
climbing up on the wire of
rusty spider

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Dorina Neculce Comments

Dorina Neculce 13 June 2020

thank you very much, dear poet. I am glad.

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Prabir Gayen 24 February 2019

Dorina Neculce.you are a very talented poetess...God bless.

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