The scent of home and Other Poems

By Domina Petric

The scent of home

Heaven at night is full of stars.
The candle on my table burns all night.
The scent of purity fills my room.

I am drawing the Perspective
While the street lamps shine.

Heavy rain clouds frown above the town.
Heavenly Night can be felt only once.

Rain, like icy tears, starts to fall.
The scent of purity is the scent of my home.
Drops of sweat fall from my forehead.

Heaven at night is full of stars.
I am saying a prayer until the candle burns.
It is night in Heaven where candles shine.

The scent of purity fills my home.

Music

Heavenly Dusk smells like lilac.

Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Liszt,
Berlioz, Rachmaninov, Balakirev,
Vivaldi, Hayden, Mozart, Hindemith.

Great Music:
Echoing sounds of the most powerful harmony.
The Universe is imbued with notes.

Piano, harpsichord, organ,
Trumpets, flutes, clarinets, bassoons,
Violins, violas, cellos, and contrabasses.

The Orchestra creates the most beautiful landscapes,
And touches the Stars.
Planets dance.

The meteor shower and one supernova,
Star dust, hydrogen, and helium,
Fell on the Eternal instrument.

Heavenly Dusk smells like lilac.
Clouds of Paradise are red, pink,
Gold, blue, and coral.

The music echoes
And roses bloom on the meadow,
On the meadow, where lilacs grow.

Youth

Paradise spilled the golden dust on Earth.

Golden Youth hopes for Life,
Life in Love and Joy. 

Human is nothing but dust and ashes,
But Youth is the golden dust.

Youth smells like vanilla,
Lemon, honey, and pollen.

Youth is as fresh as a green lemon.

Youth looks at Sun like a Sunflower.
Youth is as small as a hummingbird.

Paradise spilled the golden dust on Earth.

The silver poet

Silver poet plays contrabass.
His face is painted with pain and fatigue.
His inside is dire as the darkest night.

He plays his contrabass,
And sings the most beautiful song.
He plays early at dawn.
His robes are streaked with threads of gold,
Diamonds and silver.

Hell cannot approach him.
Universe and Earth are on the palm of his hand.
He keeps the sounds of all nations in his songbook.
He composes a fugue:
Polyphony is silver and gold,
The harmony of the Universe 
And meteor shower.

The silver poet plays contrabass.
Oh, what a Divine comedy for
Dante Alighieri.

Emerald

Zithers and harps, and singers:
Bass, tenor, alto and soprano.
The sound rises to Heaven and glorifies the Creator.

The song resonates.
The emerald shines in the sun.
The light is refracted.
Refraction and reflection:
The Earth breathes in the shades of Green.

On the way to the Sun,
There is singing and playing.
Angels have emerald eyes.
They are gazing at the Earth:
Priceless Emerald in the
Endless Universe.

Domina Petric (Petrić) is a 34-year old medical doctor from Split, Croatia. She is also a classical music composer, singer-songwriter, poet and a novice photographer.