Iolanda Scripca lived in Eastern Europe for the first 20 years of her life, in a loving family. Her mom was a teacher and high school principal and her dad a published writer, poet and TV producer. She is a graduate of Foreign Languages and Literatures from the University of Bucharest. Nowadays she enjoys Southern California and possesses a CA Teaching Credential. Ms. Scripca publishes in several Romanian-American Newspapers both in Romanian and English. She is married to Ron; they own a business and enjoy traveling to exotic places. Her website: www.scripca.com
Teralani – E Ku’u Aloha
Love finds its way from dead magma of my Soul
We giggle on our island with seemingly no enemies
I wonder if the Seven Sacred Pools are just an illusion
and waterfalls are tears of joy or … sorrow.
This is a journey of a day for Gods
- we leave a place and get back in full circle.
You prove to me how weak I am in your emerald embrace
but do not look me in the eyes when searching for Our eternity.
Heavenly Earth – My Love – I ride alone although the car is full
I do not trust these rainbows – I think they play tricks with my heart-
How can Purity regenerates from the coldness of Insanity
and still be eternally yours when I am just another passer-by?
Teralani – E Ku’u Aloha – it’s time for me to go!
“A tearful nude with wings slapped by the sad beauty of her sunsets”
is missing here, today, at the burglarized Island’s Art Gallery of Life…
They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?
To tame a horse in freezing winter
One plays a childish “hide and seek”
Caress its mane with future Spring
and kiss the hazel moist with love
Distract its pain with sandy gallops
Along the turquoise dreams of freedom
And while you heal the reddish wound
Recount the legend of the horse with wings.
There won’t be saddles only clouds
That sometimes shed rainbows of tears
As darkness falls on killing fields
My soul is neighing as echoes cry…
I don’t have time to watch it more
- the crooked clock of ironed past –
I don’t believe I can feel spring
Unless I grab your hand and jump
Together in the blossom maze
Perhaps we bring ourselves alive
In poison-free redwoods up north
And secret Jacaranda wonders.
If eyes don’t open – I understand
You don’t need them to see our Heaven
But bear with me for falling seconds
And hope cocoons will burst and open
I sprout again through solid pavement
Against the reconstruction site
And I do know I can bring spring
Together with your warmth from Heaven.
Epilogue of Love
To have lived not being loved at all -
hunchbacked like a question mark-
your soul continuously on parole
imagine beauty in the dark
Perhaps we passed each other in the speed
of different trains colliding with the time
in one – abandoned newborn girl in need
the other – useless vagabond and wine.
Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree
and made it burst and rain with purple fairies?
Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me -
too much horizon and no space for prairies…
Imagine beauty in the dark
When wings demolish walls of sorrow
I’ll die again an injured lark
Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow.
Del Mar Fair
Sea horses displayed
dipped in gold as souvenirs
ocean cries next door
Photos / Poems Copyright © 2009 Iolanda Scripca