Biography of Loreta Muskardin
I was born in Croatia and moved to the USA in 1986. My creativity is expressed in various artistic media, from painting, photography, pottery to my most loved hobby - poetry writing.
I started to write poetry as a teenager and continued to write over the years. Prior to emigrating to the USA, my poetry was written exclusively in my native Croatian language. Around 1998 I was encouraged to create my first poetry in the English language. Since then most of my work is written in the English language.
I participate annually in the poetry readings through my association with poets from Croatia based in NYC, in the events “ The Evening of Croatian Poetry”. The organization is relatively new; first two events were organized in New York City, I last participated at the one poetry reading event in San Pedro, California, where the book “Letters to my Croatia” was promoted and presented to public. I am sometimes participating in poetry readings in various clubs in New York City.
URL for my website “Poetic Soul’s Home Page”: Http: //come.to/loretam
Loreta Muskardin's Works:
“American Variations” - a collection of twenty poems published in the literary magazine “Rival” in Rijeka, Croatia (Volume # 5, Pages 21-28)
“Letters to my Croatia” (a book of poems published in Croatian language under the title “Pisma Mojoj Hrvatskoj” as a compilation of poems representing six Croatian poets) (My poems are written in Croatian language (8) and in English language (2) . Pages: 71-86)
Between 1989 and 2007- published individual poems through various Poetry Contests in the USA.
Loreta Muskardin Poems
Pa i ne trebam te dok ovako mirno i spokojno pored mene spavas.
Zuto-zelenom drvecu nedostaje zlatno-crveno-narancaste boje Pa da bude kao Connecticut Minus Hrvatske ovce I krave
The Ode To A Heavenly Soup
The evening was tranquil and calm We did not know what was to come But when we entered 'Le Petit Blanc' We found our destiny predetermined
The Hall Of Memories
Such a small treasure, a few beautifully shaped Blocks of stones, with a rounded hat on the roof, Tiny windows on the walls, a few statues resembling Guards of the heart and a small portal on the façade.
The Concert For New York City
Amid memories of towers burned down Amid tears of remembrance Sounds of Hope and Words of Encouragement
The Bridge And Canal Boats
Slowly walking over the narrow, green-painted Bridge I feel some sudden urge to stop. Leaning Over the rail, looking at the quiet, slow moving Water beneath, 'Hey and hello' with serene smile
In A Tea Room
High tea time and I don't know the customs You show me subtly which tea sandwich to taste
How sticky when it attaches itself to the Chivas bottles and overflowing glasses
Red Mist Of Pain
Old Achilles, how I abhor your fate You became famous for your tendon I am aching in the red mist of gout pain.
Reasonable In The Extreme
Insane night and lonely patrons of the Club a voice here...a hand there...and voices manageable whores out on the block Full moon...empty glasses....and screams
Some words should be written with a black crayon on a black wall To live only in the shadows of mind Never to be read by anyone else
When you feel to scream And you scream to feel When you listen and talk
No, not tears But broken heart No, not tears
I Resign Myself
Sleepless and tired I resign myself to known paths.
Ghost From My Dream
I saw your hand
Moving through the air,
Inviting me closer.
A place in the middle of
I am witnessing
The emptiness is here