Sunday, April 19, 2020

Curls. Music. Pomegranate. Hot & Cheesy Buns. Sunday Fun!


"It’s Sunday! A perfect day to gaze at my messy curly hair!
It’s a day to relax, have fun and play! 
Especially, when you are alone and you can do whatever you want,
who cares?

9:00 am: Drinking coffee and baking fresh cheese buns

10:00 am: Preparing my breakfast and tea

11:00 am: Eating the food I cooked and wanting to have fun

12:00 pm: Resting and watching TV

13:00 pm: Thinking of my exercise routine

14:00 pm: Watching an old French movie

15:00 pm: Exercising and dancing to look fit


16:00 pm: Making and drinking my apple smoothie

17:00 pm: Exfoliating my entire body and applying a very rich pomegranate lotion

18:00 pm: Listening to soothing music and ocean waves, giving myself a deep massage 
to connect my body to my soul through this therapy or meditation 

19:00 pm: Dining and talking to friends and family about life,
basically just sharing my thoughts and emotions

20:00 pm: Writing down my ideas, poems, phrases, and reflections 
to transmute my feelings into verbal sensations!"

  for @PerfectKosmos (Twitter/Pinterest)

"my day long diary poem"

 PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:


It’s Sunday! Every Sunday is different, but here is my day long diary poem (that requires adding one line every hour from 9am to 8pm)! Of course, some things usually take longer and others less but overall a poem looks like this! It’s a day to relax, although we are in quarantine but we should respect the weekends (smile!) Take a look at the photo of my supreme breakfast!) The hot and cheesy buns you see are called khachapuri (traditionally it’s a Georgian cheese pie) but PoetiKonstellation decided to cook miniature (individual) portions! They are very soft, yet crispy and extremely cheesy. Moreover, there is a creamy salad (also homemade) that you can add to these hot buns! What happens after 8:00pm?? Well…Want to know more? Sure! Simply…Sign up for the PoetiKonstellation premium account to access extended information (smile)! Dear Reader, how is your day? What is your usual Sunday schedule? Want a bite of super hot and cheesy buns that PoetiKonstellation baked (pictured)? Peace and love! Love is beauty! Laugh, Dream, Love!

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Saturday, April 18, 2020

When/Who/What/Why/Where/How? Question Poem.





"When is the right time for love to appear?


Who is love? Does love have any ideas or fears?

What does love think of me?

Why does love exist?

Where is the place where love is real?

How does love feel?"






"question poem"



PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:


This poem is made of pure questions. Perhaps, there are no right or wrong answers to these questions… Perhaps, some answers don’t even exist. Perhaps, those guys who have already found their love can have the answers to these questions…Perhaps, they have no clue. Perhaps, love is magic. Perhaps, you have to know some special arts to attract it. Perhaps, you don’t even have to do anything. Perhaps, love decides when it wants to appear in your life. Perhaps, love is not ready yet. Perhaps, love has to be born. Perhaps, love has its own schedule. Perhaps, love is in quarantine. Perhaps, love is still sleeping and doesn’t want to wake up. Perhaps, love is a seed that you sow in spring so you can enjoy its fruits in summer. Perhaps, love is a philosopher who thinks too much. Perhaps, love is a mathematician who calculates each step. Perhaps, love is something divine that we can’t simply explain. Dear Reader, can you answer these questions? What is love for you? Peace and Love! Love is beauty! Laugh, Dream, Love!

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Friday, April 17, 2020

My New Land...‘Lost’ My Words! Re-Draft.




"When she was three, she was forced north…
She lost her Georgian accent!
Not long after, when she learned to walk, she had to use her running force!
New words and phrases started to fill her mind as familiar words and food became absent!


Her new words and sounds began to grow like her hair and she turned her back on her old land…
The mother tongue disappeared under the moonlight…
New pronunciation, vocabulary and lifestyle became her new amends.
She was happy, but sad to lose words that disappeared every day like the old night!




If she could have found her words under the new sun,
She would have eaten them all with joy!
She would have swallowed them like a honey bun…
She would not forget their tasty recipe that she would enjoy!

She wanted her old tongue back; but she was laughing a lot with her new sounds…
She loved her Georgian accent but she just got used to life on her newly discovered ground."



"re-draft poem"
re-re-re-drafting challenge


PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:

Hello Lovely Person! This is a poem number 17! It is an original work of PoetiKonstellation. The creative style and idea also belong to PoetiKonstellation. However, the original idea belongs to Jackie Kay. Her poem called “Old Tongue” is the basis of this re-draft. Honestly, re-drafting poetry feels strange, because when we read poems we simply do it for enjoyment, but when we re-draft someone’s poem, we start feeling the author, it’s like we become part of their drama or happiness for the re-drafting time; especially, if their poetry resonates in some way with our life, then the bond deepens in a sense that we can’t explain but only transmit through our new poem, where our new words say different things but still convey some emotions or ideas of the original work. In the official poem the author remembers her struggle to lose her Scottish accent and her words…PoetiKonstellation fully understands her, because the more languages we speak the better we feel, especially, when we travel or have the possibility to read more books, watch more movies and learn to cook delicious dishes from countries where those languages are spoken. Yet when we lose our mother tongue or replace it as in the case of Kay or PoetiKonstellation, we not only experience the loss of a language but perhaps, we also lose part of our culture and our roots… Many people and families migrate from the places where a different language is spoken. Then, they struggle to pass it on to their children and other generations… Sometimes we lose more than one mother tongue across generations, and we cannot guarantee in this globalized world that tomorrow our children or grandchildren or their grandchildren… will speak the language that we speak fluently… But perhaps, it’s also good, because nothing is stagnant and we must always evolve! Dear Reader, what do you think about losing your mother tongue? How would you feel if your future generations did not speak your language? However, no matter what language we speak, the most important thing is how we feel! Love is beauty! Love and beauty! Peace is a new form of joy! Love and Peace! Laugh, Dream, Love! 

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Thursday, April 16, 2020

Owl. Children's Poem. Translated.




"What is that sound in the night wood?
Is that a train that runs around?

Don’t worry! It’s not a train,
It’s a bird of night gloom, it is called an owl!

Every night, when the woods calm down,
It will be hungry in the most awful way, so it will fly in the dark to hunt mice
That have not yet gone to rest!

Dear Children, don’t worry, if you ever hear this sound again in the night forest.

I am telling you right now that it’s just an owl!"








"translated poem"



PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:


This poem is a translation of the children’s poem called “Owl” (Jiří Dědeček) written in Czech language, since the task was to translate from our second language, so PoetiKonstellation decided to try Czech poetry. Honestly, translating poetry is not an easy task; this is not the first time that PoetiKonstellation performs this kind of task. In the past, she even received a few awards doing these kinds of translations that were published. However, it’s much easier to do this challenge if you use your own languages which you speak fluently. In this case it was not that simple, especially for PoetiKonstellation who loves to rhyme the words. English is a very complex language for creating poetry that rhymes…Now; can you imagine how you rhyme words if you have a specific text? Hopefully, you get it! Of course, some additional words have to be used and some words will be removed, some words will mean almost the same yet won’t be the same words… The last word “sound” is actually a word “voice” but to make the poem sound better (smile) PoetiKonstellation thought that “sound” sounds better (smile.) Dear Reader, have you ever tried this kind of task? Maybe you don’t speak Czech; however, would you read this poem to your children in English? What kind of foreign poetry do you like? Peace and Love! Laugh, Dream, Love…

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Wednesday, April 15, 2020

O I A





Nothing works,




Nothing lasts...



It's hard to find that right word that will knock



down a solid wall of apathy or a cold glass!










PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:



Nothing lasts and it’s good for the bad things that happen to us! So when nothing works, it won’t last either, someday we’ll say goodbye to that thing either! This poem is supposed to only have vowels of the PoetiKonstellation’s first name, so it has only O, I and A! It’s not an easy task since English words love to have the letter “E” inserted everywhere! It’s totally understandable; perhaps it’s a good letter to have in the middle so that the word feels complete and creates a perfect sentence with pleasure! Well, this poem is nameless! Call it whatever you want! PoetiKonstellation gives all visitors freedom to feel comfortable! Thank you for your support! Well, PoetiKonstellation will post these special poems; however, there will be different topics for different categories of people. PoetiKonstellation knows that there are many broken-hearted people and that they need support more than those who have already found their partner and are happy without any poetry or motivation…Especially, during these tough days when lonely people have to fight against their extra loneliness! Greetings to all! However, not all poetry will be related to love, because there are many other things to focus on besides love that is sometimes hard to find… Finding a relationship is easy but finding love is not! However, there is another type of love that sometimes we don’t even notice, but this is another poem and story… Dear Reader, do you know how loneliness feels? If you are single or alone, do you think that it is still possible to find love during this turmoil? Love and Peace! Especially, peace and especially when there is no love in our lives…or no one to love! Single and lonely people have a good day! Love!

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Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Nature Has All Kinds Of Art!


"In the middle of the green park,
There is an image that looks like painting!
It evokes a symphony of emotions that have a spark
And it causes an amusement of feelings that like notes are constantly changing!

This beauty has a lot to say,
It has a flower, a mushroom, a leaf and a bird!
Therefore, this contrast makes up a melody that eyes can play!
The picture speaks a lot of joy without a word!

However, distance is required to enjoy this show,
The proximity of details can ruin the event!
Nevertheless, here comes an unexpected guest which is a big crow
To gracefully add a hint of passion that is impossible to invent!


This is how this intriguing act unfolds and ends!
Nature is amazing at how magical it is in creating its own scenes and trends!"


"modern sonnet"



PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:


Hello Quarantined People, no walks are allowed! No parks can be visited during these times. No sturdy trees can be touched outside! Some suffer because they can’t go and see the hot beaches, otherwise they may become infected with guilty pleasure! Others still take this risk and have dangerous exotic experiences without measuring the consequences, or maybe they want to intentionally lose the relationship that they had with their health. But if we don’t care for health, it also doesn’t care about us, so perhaps it shall leave when it is mistreated and disrespected! Yet we all have free will. Everyone’s choice must be respected. We only say love and peace! Yet those of us who used to be single or even lonely are not surprised. Greetings to those lovely and strong lonelies who are alone at home! The only unpleasant feeling that we may have is that there is a total disconnection from nature and its beauty! But nature was also tired of us, and maybe that’s how it decided to go on vacation, firing all of us! Now it indulges in its intimate moments with birds and cuddles with bunnies, squirrels and other cuties, and we can’t disturb it, because we are all in quarantine. This poem is a modern sonnet. It is called: “Nature has all kinds of art!” This is the first time that PoetiKonstellation goes through this exciting experience, but it feels good!  As a young girl she fell in love with sonnets, when she received Shakespeare’s book as a gift! The style, the rhymes, the logical composition…Oh, it looked so perfect, it was impossible to put the book down and change it even for a good dinner or breakfast! Oh, how great it felt to read those words! Books can also be our friends and many may understand this, during these times of isolation! Dear Reader, do you like Shakespeare? Do you miss the paintings and shows that nature offers us? Do you think nature enjoys its vacation? What do you miss most about nature? Peace and honesty, beauty and love save time and hearts! Love is beauty! Peace is a new form of joy! “Honesty breaks hearts but saves time to find a new purpose and direction, after a certain period that one spends in recuperation! Confusion makes us assume that the answer is no, and that one just must leave, one must go! No interest, no talks lead us to assumptions that one should evolve, when a sense of self-love is finally provoked!” Love and Peace! Peace!

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Monday, April 13, 2020

My Journey To The Unique Tree Thanks To My Best Friend Named Solitude von Loneliness!


Loneliness takes us to places we can’t even imagine going to when we have a company of our lover. So I remember the day when I was alone and loneliness came to me with books, snacks, soda, candles and we spent the passionate night together screaming with excitement and with the book loneliness gave me. Later, my friend called Solitude von Loneliness invited me on a romantic trip to visit a unique tree that grows in the lands that are hard to find, because it’s a place that is complicated to reach due to many obstacles. So my words were:






“Let’s go! I feel the courage
That I won’t show.
Danger intrigues me with its mystery!”


Loneliness left me halfway to that tree, it was a big baobab or some unknown tree, I didn’t know, but it was perfectly fine for me to be alone. I recall my thoughts:



“Trees are always just trees
But there is no other tree like this, 
and the sky is more than blue.”


I thought that I would have to be on this magnificent journey alone, I was trying to decode the map, but there was no one to ask. It’s not a place for leisure, lazy tourists or overnight pleasures.


I screamed when I saw you!
You were gorgeous 
and I fell in love with how tall your were!


You had the strength to stand in a place like this with me. Oh, you must be like me. I more than liked you, but forgive me, I didn’t want to show you that, I was supposed to silently admire you for your beauty and uniqueness. 


The tree, the journey and that amazing place!
Your beauty was there
But the connection was established when you touched my hand.


The force of relief visited my spirit immediately when Loneliness could not have more power over me, but loneliness introduced us to each other through this journey that I stored in those images that I didn’t show anyone, and that’s why that place remains unknown for many travelers.


Call me selfish, jealous, strange, perfect, unique, loving and amazing! 
You can yell at me!
But I wanted someone like you just for me!


This was our secret space, and maybe I am not like that but you asked me not to write about my trip, and that’s why I never told anyone about the sacred moments that we used to share, the same moments that I spend with my snacks and my best friend Solitude von Loneliness every night. Oh, I am back in the arms of my beloved Sol (von Loneliness), even though you are there, and you are always everywhere in the pictures I have.





PoetiKonstellation Thoughts:



This is a haibun poem. This is the first time PoetiKonstellation writes something like this. The deadline is limited and the task is very complex. However, if the reader likes this writing, that’s good news for PoetiKonstellation, because she feels like a newborn baby trying to write something like this. Thank you for the support of this page and for the likes! Honestly, PoetiKonstellation didn’t experience much emotion, because it’s not the poetry style that she likes, nevertheless, it was a good experience trying to write something that used to be mysterious before, though. This text describes an imaginary journey to a tree that is unique and beautiful; the narrator describes her relationship with loneliness and the tree, and then loneliness again. Today, quarantine united us with our loneliness, books, snacks, etc. But here, PoetiKonstellation remembers how surprised she was to find a hidden place with a unique tree, and how tall and gorgeous it was … This is just a PoetiKonstellation fantasy. Magnificent Reader, what is your favorite place? Do you have fantasies of places that do not even exist on this planet? What are they? Love, beauty and peace!

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April 2020. Lockdown and Solitude!

Is the future bright? Or will it be as dark as night? The world is shaking! Everything is overwhelming… And it seems like an a...