Poetry
Select poems
by Mira Corbova
Intuitive art speaks when words have no form. My poetry emerges in the moment of creation or just before — capturing the emotional heartbeat of each piece.
Wellness Whispers
In the hush of morning’s tender glow,
into turquoise waters’ calm sound —
a quiet harbour for thoughts to rest,
held in the earth’s tender nest.
The body, bathed in a gentle light,
released its weight, released the fight;
each muscle softened, each heartbeat
slow, carried along by a radiant flow.
And the soul, nurtured in hues of luminous gold,
heard whispers more precious than stories told —
speaking of peace, of balance made whole,
restoring the light of body and soul.
© Mira Corbova, 2025.
Golden Passage
The soul wandered, a lone drifting cloud,
a wild wolf slipping free from shadowed time.
Through valleys and hills, across restless seas,
the soul moved toward the hidden glow,
the light spirit longed to know.
The passage opened very slowly, years unfolding.
She learned to sew her thoughts,
planting positive seeds,
releasing the departing boats.
Turquoise - breathing calm release,
Pink - whispering tender peace,
Red - igniting courage, and
Gold — the luminous flame
that burned within, timeless and whole.
Time walked beside her, the gentle guide,
turning each fall to a softer rise,
leading her back to the light, she carried
through all her times.
“Why am I here?”
her voice whispered, soft as wind.
A dream within a dream,
a world of countless muse,
where the truth appears in golden hues.
Questions blossomed—
meant not to be answered, but to awaken,
guiding it gently along the hidden path,
toward the glow where the soul is meant to grow.
© Mira Corbova, 2025.
Golden Hope
A warm echo, a radiant glow,
the blissful arrival of hope,
quiet knowing through violet hues,
softly fading deep blues.
My heart opens like a sunrise sky,
pink and golden ribbons untied,
drifting towards renewal and light,
reminding us —
the greatest gift is the present time.
And there it was —
the Sydney Opera House,
born beneath my artist’s brush.
My city, my joy, my gratitude,
my light.
Hope, the gentle friend who always stays,
shining softly within us,
golden and true in iridescent hues.
© Mira Corbova, 2025.
Symphony of Life
Do you feel me now?
Burning bright, a golden flame,
dancing wild through the wind,
never fading, never tame?
The song of time, a whisper of golden thread,
soft as dusk, yet fierce as a storm’s embrace.
She runs, she stumbles, lifts her head,
a heart that bends but never breaks.
Through peaks of gold, through shadowed streams,
her footsteps hum a melody—
a rhythm born from fire-lit dreams,
a dance of light, untamed and free.
For every fall, the earth still sings,
For every dusk, a dawn takes flight—
a symphony on endless wings,
ascending stars, returning light.
© Mira Corbova, 2025
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 to embrace what never was before,
with each stumble, the soul grew ever more.
Joy gleamed through cracks along the familiar way,
A happiness many may fight or 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, 2025
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,
Crafted 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 is rare.
As whispers linger, and futures declare,
The path unfolds, a collective journey we share.
© Mira Corbova, 2023.
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, 2018. (Original artwork sold)
Dance with Me
Dance with me, liberated soul, as we sway,
Through open doors, we'll dance to life's vibrant array.
I have fallen, yet I rise, my path aglow,
Guided by angels' grace, both day and night, I know.
Fear brushed aside once more, I leap with heart aglow,
Embracing joy's boundless path where dreams shall grow.
A rainbow's hues within me brightly blaze,
Through every door, I twirl in joy's endless maze.
Composer and singer of my life's sweet song,
I dance in varied forms, where spirits all belong.
Dancing through life in sparkling, endless play,
Explore my castle where unspeakable joy reigns every day.
© - Mira Corbova, 2016. (Original artwork sold)
