Poetry
Poetry is a dance, a request, and sometimes a call and a holy place where the Secret expresses itself. It is a written diary of my soul on its road to salvation and my dance through life.
I write existential, erotic, love and philosophical poetry with elements of mysticism in Slovenian and English. In poems, I confess my femininity connected to the collective feminine principle
and its archetypes. I often address the divine principle of consciousness or God through.
Poetry touches the soul of every being; I believe in its catharsis, in identification, that gels us to grow and glow, which is why I perform it.
In 2022, I wrote a collection of love-erotic poetry, Kisses and Words. I occasionally publish poems in magazines, most often in Apocalypse.
In 2022, I made it to the finals of the poetry competition Knight of Poetry. I became the Gold at the all-Slovenian selection, In the Shelter of the Word, in 2023, organised annually by the JSKD of the Republic of Slovenia.
Selected poems
You open my heart like a window
you open my heart like a window
through which the blue sky smiles
while natter intelligently about magic
and comparing it to the taste of cream and juice
you open my heart like a window
through which the blue sky smiles
and I know that the poems are being printed today
and before noon I board the Vienna express
I expect you as the enthronement of St. Mary
I expect you as the enthronement of St. Mary
I expect like an immaculate conception
in her belly
torrents roar down the slope of my hairy skin
vagina is opening like a lily flower
I am blossoming
I am blossoming
but I am in love with poetry
Sit with me
sit with me
don’t be afraid of my flame
I can’t suppress the she-dog in me
it is a shepherd
she sniffed until she smelled you
scratched out from the ground
it knew you were the one
even before I kissed you
I weave a wreath of flowers
I weave a wreath of flowers
the symbolism is irrelevant
transience or awakened longing
waiting for the velvet of distant laughter
you on the canvas with flowers and he
under a low canopy on a bed of green moss
I want to meet you both by my side –
lumberer hermit
poet imposter
It’s time when spring goes into summer
it’s time when spring goes into summer
and I’m alone
and I think of oasis
to the fetters of thy sustenance
foreign pain radiates through the membrane
it’s a war and it’s a new war and it’s my war
like sparkles in the air
like One Hundred Years of Solitude
like daffodils in Marquez’s novel
petals flutter in the air
tiny carnations and wild tulip