Ana Lucreţia Nedelcu




Footprints

let us travel all over the
hills while smelling the fresh air
tasting the greens of the soils
singing the song of amazing nature...
rhyming on sound of the whistle...
our message to be sent far...
away...so far away to the
ears of these gracious people...
do they understand the great heights
the bustle for their unmistakable freedom?

let me play you a song
a dedication to these vast lands
to the men and their portraiture
laboring for the good of nature

let me play you a song
from the backs of my stallion
he carries me all day long
and nights we sit tight between
a frame...on a hall of fame...a medallion...

nature is our home and we
are in love with this roam
©LiterAnART/29/11/2016








The Black Thunder

my life companion outdoors,
nomad of my savage roads…
I call him “the black thunder”
beauty and beast all together.
with him climbing the mountains
forever I will love
this creature of uniqueness,
forever I will cherish
the road of his embrace,
the strength of his walks,
the hues of his color,
the light of his thunder.
wilderness he carries within
for I adore the manners
of him...
can not end this long run
of my verses on the paper,
white boards of flavor
for I`m trapped in his love...
black light I receive
from this old soul…
lost I perceive
to be so ancient
to my perception
we come all together
in perfection.
© LiterAnART/25-11-2015









Childhood Spell

Each and every single day
I get out…in the savage drum of green
…I carry my enthusiasm in.
The way you hide, my dear landscape,
like a thunder before the clouds
Reminds me of childhood games,
Playful energy
of tormented kids
and eclectic flames.
Flowers offered in sunlight,
Orchards despaired above rain
We were both children
My dear Nature,
Hidden under the blankets of pain.
Laughter and journeys
We experienced on the edge
Of insanity and dreams
Just like fools lost in old branch.
As romantic lovers` fairy-tale
Playing around the sun
and the stars at night
Absorbing the letters of joy and freedom
In each and every single cell
That formed our wonderful childhood spell.
©LiterAnART-2015








I have given free course

To a cosmic announcement,
In order to find a willing partner
With whom I can explore the grain sand.
Sooner I make my own
Mental and spiritual luggage,
And I try to follow the time steps…
I try to walk along time…
I try to follow Nature…
I get no partner for my journey,
So that in the end
I ask time to accompany me.
I am now starting to feel the hot sand
Under my soles
That are keep uttering shrills
Of a positive trance.
I continue my journey,
Following my steps,
Discovering fresh savage creepers,
And keeping my patience.
My eyes are contemplating
A paradise views:
Talkative trees,
Melodious verdures,
Rocks with big profound eyes,
And sea with cloud- foams.
Time is near me and I dare to ask it:
How much time do I have to travel?
How many places do I have to explore?
How much time do I have…?
But time says nothing at all,
‘cause it doesn’t truly exist.
I hear voices that keep whispering me
About the eternal everything,
About the retiring time,
About this immortal
Piece of Universe.
Here, I am allowed to explore everything…
The sand is burning my skin
Inside the endless happy whirl.
I share thoughts
With every gold grain of sand,
While the sun is covering me
In a little gold tan,
And the sea is cooling me with her drops.
I meet Paradise in its entire beauty.
U can hardly ever integrate it
As it is so unseen…
So untouchable…
So bewildered…
Stop and admire the fineness!
The tremendous arch of vibes!
…and watch me…!
Can you observe the pale of my shadow?
…like
A soul lost in the woods
And found last night
In odd collapsed leaves
And stone-still house clusters
Adorned in colors and moon flames…
Freedom of eternity and
Open roads awaiting…
…in petrified  grains of sand…
©LiterAnART- 2015









         
Autumnal Beauty

Autumn from within 
smells like melancholy 
painted in blue,
feels like romanticism 
colored with green,
looks like fiery blossoms 
ripped from within...
…colorful love 
waiting to be taken ...
©LiterAnART-2016 


Ana Lucreţia Nedelcu



Ana Lucreţia Nedelcu: Ana (pen name LiterAnART) is from Romania, Eastern Europe. She has been writing for 12 years and she has widely published in her country and abroad, having multiple international collaborations. She is a writer, poetess, journalist, researcher, reviewer, book editor and translator. She also teaches creative writing workshops and represents the World Poetry Canada association in her country. Together with the association, she is about to publish this year the “Creative writing 10”- a series of workshops dedicated to literary and journalistic creation and implemented in her country of origin. “MY MUSE & I - 365 DAYS ~ A POEM A DAY” 2017 is her debut volume in the English language, an e_book that contains 365 poems dedicated to love, romance, the beloved, nature and world peace.