Poems
by Mira Corbova
“Intuitive art speaks when words have no form or shape, yet my poetry, born from the depths of creation or just before, captures the essence of the work in lush hues—an eloquent extension of the visual, where language becomes another canvas of expression.” - Mira
Hue Reflections
“No face, no name, yet life unfolds,
In flowing lines, in radiant golds.
Abstract, fleeting, but ever true—
A mirror to the soul, in every hue.
Each stroke a whisper, a story untold,
A dance of light, both fierce and bold.
Through luscious colours and striking shapes,
emotions ignite,
A timeless journey revealed in art’s pure light.
My canvas speaks what words conceal,
Layers of meaning only a few hearts feel.
In silence, it calls, it draws you near,
Unveiling truths, both distant and clear.
No borders confine its boundless embrace,
It reaches all hearts, every time, every place.
A language eternal, of love and pain,
An ode to the beauty that always remains.
Through strokes of abstract lines, a magical
world unfolds,
In radiant hues of bold red, romantic fuchsia, and
prosperous golds.
A vision, a feeling, alive and free—
Art’s eternal mirror, reflecting me.”
— Mira Corbova © 2024
Blissful Arrival
“The land of greenness whispered softly to her soul,
Lessons she never thought she’d seek, nor find whole.
Up hills and down, she wandered, rose, and fell,
Not once, but twice, or more—the journey’s tale to tell.
Perhaps a pact made beneath a shimmering arc,
Or life’s quiet gift, leaving wisdom’s mark.
To learn, to live, and embrace what never was before,
With each stumble, the soul grew evermore.
Joy gleamed through cracks along the familiar way,
A happiness many may fight, or simply let sway.
Was it a dream within a dream? Who could say?
In the power of "now," her spirit danced in the light of day.
Then the time came when the path felt complete,
Wings spread wide, her soul found its steady beat.
Unshackled by themes, or pastel hues not her own,
She thanked the green shores, then sought lands unknown.
Another shore beckoned, warm and aglow,
Where orange hues in sunlit breezes flow.
To live, to learn, to teach, explore, and grow,
In a place familiar, yet new—wild birds' songs echo.
Oh, the blissful arrival—the song of her heart,
In peace she began, playing a fresh part.
For now, for later—who knows what’s in store?
Let her journey unfold, vibrant colours splashing life once more.”
— Mira Corbova © 2024
Solitude
"Sometimes I ache for a prolonged spell
Of isolation and tranquillity, as time will tell,
A gentle departure from humanity’s demands,
Away from the noise of outside lands.
In a sea of disconnection, far from the noise,
And lies of the outside world,
Adrift, I long for solitude, a peaceful tide.
Once drawn to vibrant city reflection,
Now, a shift beckons, a deeper connection.
No more seeking external ties that bind,
But to connect within, to the essence of the mind.
In those sacred moments, isolation’s warm embrace,
A departure from humanity's ceaseless chase.
Instances arise when I ache to be solely me,
A painter, a poet, an author, wild and free.
In the dance of healing herbs, my garden’s vibrant art,
Crafting from nature's gifts, a creation from the heart.
No mystic, yet a psychic whisper lingers in the air,
Foretelling an evolution, a collective journey rare.
As whispers linger, and futures declare,
The path unfolds, a collective journey we share."
— Mira Corbova © 2024
Tranquillity
“A tranquil mood called to her weary heart,
Lost in a world of endless chaos,
Where racing shadows drowned the soul.
Yet, she longed not for the crowd’s embrace,
But to reunite with a self-untouched, unseen.
Soft greens of healing nature kissed her crimson essence,
Pale blue hues wove solace through longing,
While the iridescent golden light sang of stillness,
A life of gentle pauses and peaceful hues.
Is it stillness she seeks? Perhaps a fleeting moment,
Weightless, like a white feather adrift in dreams.
She floats in a calm, dreamlike space, where time slows,
The mind no longer wanders, And the soul finds rest.”
— Mira Corbova © 2024
Soul Connection
“In a vast sky, two souls in search did soar,
Like a phoenix rising from ashes, they'd reclaim,
To reunite, kindling two hearts' eternal flame.
Their love, a vibrant bird with wings unfurled,
Reuniting, forever bound, in this brave new world.
In lifetimes past, they yearned to reunite,
Two hearts, two spirits, dancing in the light,
Two souls now conjoined, their love taking flight.
Through trials and countless past lives, their love did grow,
Now, in this life, their connection brightly does glow.
Their loving hues infused the sky, a rainbow from above,
An eternal tapestry of love, a symphony of endless love,
A story of true love, sent through the heavens above.
Through every twist and turn, together they will roam,
Destined to unite, in a new place they'll call home once more.
Two souls joyfully connected; their eternal love shown.”
— Mira Corbova © 2023
