Monday, December 27, 2010

Thursday, December 23, 2010

A beautiful thought on a lonely December night

There was so little to say
when their love was gone
departed with the last tram
and she was left alone
standing on the tram station
surrounded by noisy strangers
walking and disappearing
in the silent deaf night

Shivering cold
surrounded her heart
traveling to her frail limbs
taking over
her abandoned soul

Snowflakes falling
on her frozen face
revoking memories
of the previous winter
when they met at the same spot
for the first time
under the street light
both waiting for the tram

He approached her with a smile
and next thing she knew
they were running and laughing
dancing with the falling snow
melting snowflakes on their lips

Their love lasted
for four seasons
and ended abruptly
unexpectedly and sudden
at the same spot it started
with a thought that lingered
in her startled mind:
maybe I just imagined it all
maybe he was just a shadow
a beautiful thought
on a lonely December night

© Mirjana Cesar

Sunday, December 19, 2010

One misty morning

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Rainy day thoughts

It's raining today, and it looks like it will continue all day. I'm listening to the steady rhythm of the raindrops drumming on the wide leaves of the Bird of paradise outside of my window. It would be great to grab a good book, and spend the morning curled up in my bed.

The kids are home for winter break. That makes me happy. The house is much more joyful when they're home. I'm so thankful to be surrounded with well behaved teenagers that don't argue or slam the doors. They always get along, and look out for each other. I hope that bond will follow them through life wherever they end up living.
They celebrated  last day of school yesterday, having a friend over, playing video games, laughing and staying up very late watching movies. My oldest daughter said to me: "Don't be surprised if I sleep in all day tomorrow. I just want to stay in bed all day."
I don't blame her, she needs a good rest after getting up every morning at 6.

Otherwise, am I ready for the holidays? The answer is a big NO. The only thing we did so far is decorate the Christmas tree. So, this week will be hectic. The house needs lots of organizing and cleaning. My studio especially. It's a mess, and I'm actually looking forward to dealing with that part. Every time I clean up my studio, something old is new again when I find that it sparks some new idea. It is also the time for me to reflect on what I have done so far and in which direction I'll be heading next year regarding my artwork. There are many ideas brewing in my head, but I'll have to make a good decision on what to get involved with first, and what to put on the "sometime in the future" shelf in my mind.

 We'll be having guests, a day after Christmas,  a couple from Croatia we haven't seen for ten years and a few other Croatian friends that live here in Florida. They'll be staying over here for a few days. That's another good reason for making this place presentable.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Juliana wore gray and danced with the wind

After curating my last treasury on Etsy yesterday and naming it so poetic, I woke up this morning and had to write a poem about it:

Juliana wore all gray
that hazy winter day I met her
on that old Golden Lane
with a sketch book
in her pale hands

Her chilled long fingers
adorned by chunky 
labradorite silver rings
moved deliriously quickly
over the ivory pages
drawing the lines
scribbling little notes
when our eyes met
she smiled humbly
under her floppy wool 
wide brimmed hat

She said ahoy and I said hi
we walked  all day
on the streets around the Castle
she danced with the wind
telling me about the story she wrote
"Ophelia's Going Mad Again" 
she talked about the history and art
that she wanted to do
when she's done with college
why she wore a locket
with her grandmother's photo

She departed in smoky dusk
waltzing down the street
towards Vltava River 
leaving in my hands 
a gray felted flower corsage
and a torn page with a sketch
titled, "Shadows of Prague"

I watched her silhouette 
disappear forever
knowing I'll never meet again
Juliana who wore gray
and danced with the wind

© Mirjana Cesar

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Christmas Sale

Etsy shop:
Artfire shop:

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sunshine yellow on a cold, cold day

Today is cold, very cold for Orlando. Temperatures dipped all the way down to 35°F ( 3°C ), and no, it's not a record low.

My oldest daughter is mad because it's sunny and the wind is so brutal, but there is no chance of having snow here. She said, why we have to go through this cold snap and not to be able to see snow.

My husband  is mad because this means that our big travelers palms will freeze. They're just too big for us to be able to cover them. They suffer every colder winter. Last year we lost one, others recovered.

It's a little bit strange seeing all this abundant sunshine with not one cloud in the sky, and being so cold. Well, at least it's one of those rare days when we actually dig deep in closets and search for gloves, scarves, hats, boots and jackets. And I do love this, since I'm a fan of layered clothing. So bring it on.

Here I am, with a cup of warm tea, curating another Etsy Treasury. This is how Florida winter feels to me; yellow and vibrant. Enjoy.

The Treasury is featuring my yellow necklace:

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Silver night

Silver night
spreading its wings
a watchful moon
in all its glory

Whispers on your
as you hold me
in your arms

Love divine
singing softly
gypsy violins
in the distance

© Mirjana Cesar

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The wind

Whistling wind came
from the north
singing old songs
waking me up this morning
with remembrance
of another country
 a long time ago
of another love
a long time ago

I learned back then
how a heart
can be broken
in an instant
how cruel
the day can be
taking away love
taking away everything
you have

The winds
were whistling
from the north
crying, wild, full of rage
whipping my lost soul
standing by his grave
with dried tears
on my cold, numb cheeks
grasping in my hand
the last red carnation
to be thrown
on his coffin

The winds
from the north
followed me for days
many hopeless days
in my gray mourning
in my pitiful sorrow
it seemed
they'll never go away

The winds
departed one spring
my soul mended
my heart warmed
by cheerful singing
of young birds
my youth
regained the strength
to smile again

Twenty three years
 passed away
twenty three winters
winds from the north
and reminding me

life is short
keep on loving
each and every day

© Mirjana Cesar

In memory of my first husband Zeljko, who died in 1987  from cancer


Jutros me probudio
zvizduk vjetra sa sjevera
prisjecajuci me
svojom starom melodijom
na neku drugu zemlju
na jednu ljubav
jednom davno

Ja naucih tada
kako srce
moze biti slomljeno
u kobnom trenutku
kako u jednom okrutnom danu
moze biti oduzeta ljubav
i sve sto je vazno

Vjetar sa sjevera
je vristao, plakao
divlji, pun bijesa
bicujuci moju
izgubljenu dusu
sa suzama osusenim
na hladnim, otupjelim obrazima
dok stojeci pored njegova groba
stezah u ruci
posljednji crveni karanfil
kojeg polozih na
njegov lijes

Vjetrovi sa sjevera
pratili su me danima
bezbrojnim danima bez nade
u mojoj sivoj zalosti
u mojoj bolnoj tuzi
izgledajuci tada
kao da me nikad
nece napustiti

Vjetrovi su
otisli jednog proljeca
moja dusa bijese ozdravljena
radosnom pjesmom
mladih ptica
moje srce ugrijano
moja mladost
povracena uz osmjeh

Dvadeset i tri godine
su protekle od tad
dvadeset i tri zime
sa zvizdukom vjetrova sa sjevera
podsjecajuci me


zivot je kratak
treba voljeti
svaki novi dan

© Mirjana Cesar

Posveceno mom prvom muzu Zeljku Racanu