Nature`s Royalty

Nature`s beauty in all her splendor
gentleness and strength, His gallop defies
all surroundings, the hatred, the ugliness
are melting in the face of
his splendor, his eyes, his hair

Nature`s beauties…He`s one of them
the first of the wild creatures
to install the law of fairness
of attractiveness, the glamour & the glory
His brilliance, His brightness, His fineness
the thunderstorm that shivers all soils
when galloping His royal unique way
to open the universe…its doors
one of a kind…Nature`s beauties




His flight

At midnight
He meets the moon
Starts enchanting her
With tales of the universe…
He sits quietly
On a mountain peak
Savoring the chills
Of the stars
Shinning under their light
Shaming all of the scars

At midday
Breaks open his wings
For the whole world to see
How beautiful he is…
He softly waits
And foresees his prey
Like every Nature`s creatures
He balances the world
And its course
Enriching her beauties
With his predator eye…
Oh, how beautiful
Appears in his flight
In his ripeness!…
Marvelous creature
The blackness of the shades
The strength…the freedom
…and his flight…
Speaks of all serenades.



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@Nature 2015 International Literary Anthology – see@


Time-Roads petrified on a grain of sand

I have given free course

To a cosmic announcement,

In order to find a willing partner

With whom I can explore the sand grain.

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 got no journey partner,

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 positive trance.

I continue my journey,

Following my steps,

Discovering fresh savage creepers,

And keeping my patience.

My eyes are contemplating

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 tan,

And the sea is cooling me with drops.

I meet Paradise in its entire beauty.

U can hardly ever integrate it

As 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?


A soul lost in the woods

And found last night

In odd collapsed leaves

And stone-still house clusters

Adorned in colours and moon flames…

Freedom of eternity and

Open roads awaiting…

…in petrified  grains of sand…

©LiterAnART@Nature 2015 International Literary Anthology – see@


Eco-Pubela (poezie închinatǎ Mediului)


Ce s-a întamplat pe malul mǎrii
De te-abunzi în deṣeu cu nisip?
Ai cǎutat scoici într-o doarǎ
Şi ai gǎsit capac de kit.
Ce s-a întamplat pe drum de munte
Unde în loc de brazi, de fagi
Gǎsit-ai roci cu pet în frunte
Şi camarazi ţi-au fost doar saci?
Ce s-a vǎzut în plus în parcuri
Acolo unde ierburi cresc?
Deasupra lǎstarilor verzi se-neacǎ
Deṣeuri de oameni iubesc!?
Separate-s gunoaiele toate
De om, de plastic ṣi metal
Compost sǎ producem la ferme
Pentru a nu-l arunca de pe deal!
Ce ţi-a mai fost ṣi mediul aista
Cerând o protecţie de om
Forţat în a-ṣi pǎstra batista întreaga
Şi fǎrǎ de lacrimi de pom!
Sǎ nu lǎsǎm cea mojicie
Minţile sǎ ne ia
Ci sǎ pǎṣim pe rodul veṣnic
La-naintare a-l proteja!

(©Ana-Lucretia Nedelcu/LiterAnART)