[UZICE.NET] Tatjana Debeljacki, a poet

Tatjana Debeljački,
was born on 23.04.1967 in Užice. Writes poetry, short stories, stories and haiku. Member of Association of Writers of Serbia -UKS since 2004 and Haiku Society of Serbia - HDS Serbia, HUSCG – Montenegro and HDPR, Croatia. A member of Writers’ Association Poeta, Belgrade since 2008, HKD Croatia since 2009 and a member of Poetry Society "Antun Ivanošić" Osijek since 2011. Deputy of the main editor (cooperation with magazines & interviews) of Magazine for culture, art and education "Diogen". Editor of the magazine "Poeta", published by Writers’ Association "Poeta", Union of Yugoslav Writers in Homeland and Immigration – Belgrade, Literary Club Yesenin – Belgrade.

Up to now, she has published four collections of poetry: “A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS “, published by ART – Užice in 1996; collection of poems “YOURS“, published by Narodna knjiga Belgrade in 2003; collection of haiku poetry “VOLCANO”, published by Lotos from Valjevo in 2004. A CD book “A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS” published by ART in 2005, bilingual SR-EN with music, AH-EH-IH-OH-UH, published by Poeta, Belgrade in 2008.

Her poetry and haiku have been translated into several languages.

FOR THOSE, THESE AND FUTURE TIMES

Keep this heavy prayer as a secret
I ask you to go because I love you
Prayers for mercy and salvation
I sink into their silence.
Passion freezes in us
With its honest scream,
With a vowel and a consonant,
And we would, and we’d not,
Or we would, and would, but...
Love shoots in its core,
Mollified and coddled,
Yet I speak about my heart.
Meet me.
There is the one who will remember
And in the silence dare
Add, deduct and love again.
Meet me, you the first and the last one.
What do free acts and thoughts restrict?
An image grown from the words hides the rainbow
God is the witness of the fragile flow,
Slave driver.
Jealousy does not sharpen you
You are defeated by safety
And deceived by the mirror reflecting you as one
With a prelude, a quibble
Years, years and swallows .
Love named by my name, his surname,
Thank to your heart and faith.
Nothing remains but
The mighty anticipation.

IT CAME TRUE

Throw out that heart, it belongs to you no longer!
You sank your head into the sand as an ostrich
You will sing your dick into mentally
Cool woman!
Get accustomed to your sub consciousness,
Do me a favor, kill yourself!!!

IN THE WHITENESS

Legs tied to a bouquet of roses;
hands free for prayer;
hear covered by buds;
her name born by a proud peacock.
Angel light, illuminate
the image of a yellow rose and promiscuity
Saints shameless and fearless.
Love alters us.
They deprived it of
toys and a lover.

PERFORMANCE

“Why are you smiling, my love?” – he asks
for a kiss. “Did you thank?”
Yes, I did, from the bottom of my heart”
“Did you see anything, save for the secret soul? And what do you see now?”
“I see us among stars” – and he smiles.
And I was illuminated by a beam of sweet love.
Burnt by the fire of sweet kisses.
In the spring’s dream, lasting loyally.