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Steliana Voicu

Steliana Cristina Voicu is a Romanian poet and writer in a variety of genres. She has published haiku, haiga, tanka, poetry, and short prose in more than 40 periodicals and anthologies. A Touchstone Award–nominated poet. She is the founder and editor of the online Enchanted Garden Haiku Journal.

Perseids Peak

Perseids peak…sharing my secret garden spotwith you summer in full swing –on the old fountainonly ivy first zinnia in bloom…suddenlyin my childhood garden lavender moon –a butterfly exploringits beams following the butterfly…my New Dawn rosein bloom half an arch mixing watercolours…after the
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Violin Auditions

violin auditionsfor Philharmonic Orchestra…golden rain closed city –the cherry-plum tree keepsyesterday kids laughter a sky of blossomsthrough the apricot branches –bustle again on my street spring cleaning…the green silicone utensil setmy wind chimes project one night at Balchik…a white flowering cherry treesteals
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After Valentine`s Day

after Valentine`s day…an empty gondolaswings the moon spring news…the postman stops at the gatewith lilac flowers my new pergola –bougainvillaea still climbingthe moon downwindmy cherry blossoms hat…and then I meet you pink Mount Fuji –pieces of fragrancepiercing its frame our bus makes
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Back to Childhood

balerina after dancing…slowly on the shiny floorthe moon in her slippers still in love…a ruby chestnut leaf hangsby the waning moon another Endless Column…the sky turns gold betweenthe chestnuts on the avenue first day of school…on the freshly poured asphaltautumn paints getting
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Pastel Pink

spring deepens…almost open lilac budspulsating light cherry tree in bloom –love is sweeterunder its branches it flows from the gutter –the morning sun carressingthe house porch blossoms after dark –the sky pulsating perfumein pastel pink the solar lampin the garden turns on…cherry
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Full inbox…

Full inbox…how does the moon lightthe Earth in one night? Tangled morning moonthrough my sour-cherry blossoms…another woman breastfeeding Forest deepens…untangling my daughter curly hairwith argan oil First moon beams…the lotus sinksinto its past Aurora…God stirs the whole skywith a finger A swan
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