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POETRY IN THE PLAGUE YEAR
Poems written during the Coronavirus Outbreak 2020
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Valentina Teclici Napier, New Zealand Valentina Teclici has published in Romanian and
English 20 books including works of sociology, poetry and stories for
children. Some of her work has been translated into French, Spanish and
Te Reo. Poems and excerpts from her creation for
children are included in the bibliography and textbooks for primary and
secondary education in Romania. She has published numerous poems in print and
online literary magazines and anthologies in Romania, Australia, Israel,
Canada, USA and New Zealand. She has been a member of the
Romanian Union Writers since 1993 and the New Zealand Poetry Society
since 2013. She lives in Napier, New Zealand. Poem completed: 11th April 2020 FLYING THROUGH HOOPS ON FIRE Very often, in my life, I was flying through
hoops on fire. Similar to those you see at the circus or other
shows. It’s like consciously taking a big, unnecessary
risk, just to prove to yourself and others that you
can face the fear and are better than your projected image. You are a temporary winner in the life and
death game. Always it is about a fine line between loosing
and winning. Every loss, excepting your life, is teaching
you a lesson about you, what is really important for you and gives you strength to cope, to recover, to change, to give up or to keep trying and
strive. Every win, especially the big ones, after you
risked your health, your relationships, your assets, your own life
and maybe others, gives you grief or maybe a high level of
adrenaline, a taste of God power and the desire to repeat
the experience without asking yourself “what if…?” Only an invisible fine line between grief and
acceptance, above and below, wisdom and naivety, desire and
control. So, I imagined large hoops on fire, like the
arch of the rainbow, or tiny like my wedding ring and tamed my fear, ambitions, regrets and
dreams to fly through. Like loving, loyal dogs…they have flown.
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