Biography of Gabriela Duricova
I have always loved reading books. In literature I found magic - anything and everything is possible between a books covers. To me books are not things, they are beings... they speak, they breathe, they share their outlooks, wisdom, they ask questions, theyre soaked with emotion. Books have their own memory separate from humans.
Some time in 2010 a friend asked me to translate for him some of my Slovak poems (Slovak is my native language) and there dates the start of my English writings. I mainly focus on all sorts of poetry, song lyrics, short stories and fairy-tales; I like traditional forms and free verse equally but I find it important for each of my works to follow a specific rhythm. Every piece I write is different from the others, I avoid holding on to just one type of structure in an attempt to give each of my works a unique character.
As much as writing helps me vent and keep my mind clear, my main goal is to reach out to the readers and evoke some sort of emotion. Whatever I write about, emotion is the base my storyline is built upon. I incline to using surreal imagery, as it helps me portray well known, obvious or you can say ordinary figures/impressions/situations/relationship patterns in an original way.
Thank you for visiting my page, I wish you happy reading (and writing in case youre my fellow author) :)
Gabriela Duricova Poems
At First Sight
Love at first sight Gives you the right To cross the street with eyes shut tight Recklessly run
Shall We Dance?
Shall we dance in clever rhymes In deepest sea or heavens blue? And shall I gladly commit crimes Of vows for I'm in love with you?
Horse Of Thunder
Walk with me through these fields of sun Horse of thunder is on the run I can hear how his four hooves pound As he gallops above the ground
The Fortune Teller
I am a dream that may come true When shadows of day swallow you When lights go out, no one can see If your hands stroke or strangle me
Through fields and chapels We walk hand in hand Stained glass draws world Right in front of our feet
Decay In Progress
I should have taken More pictures of you Of the mess of your hair in the morning Your favourite earrings
When winds of autumn kiss your cheeks Go lose yourself in falling leaves I guarantee there you will find More than what you have left behind
Come, take my hand, sweet little boy Let's run as fast as lightning To place filled with laughter of joy From nightly visions frightening
Your soul is silent but not still Like storm upon lavender hill It comes from where wild horses run To find the place where sleeps the sun
Ladder To Heaven
Motley in red boots Sits on balcony handrail Dressing cityscape Into cigarette smoke
Beyond The Gate
Your chest is closed Like shutters are in winter gloom From wind, the uninvited guest
Shelter From The Storm
Through sunny fields And valleys deep Through noisy streets And river's sweep
Does it bring shame To promise to paint One‘s beauty beyond compare
How shallow your beauty Painted in bright Colours you're using Your true face to hide
I still carry your kiss
Within my palm
The only evidence
You've ever existed
The clothes in the wardrobe
Could very well be
Just like the car