Poetry by Tatjana Debeljacki


Dependence of fantasy,

genre of pantomime

sinistral origin

natal affair.

Vanity of vomiting

sick whimsy

Embroidered on three corners,

at the edges of balance

leftovers of perception.

Sighs of lovers

horrible ejaculations,

relaxation irresistible,

anomaly risk of genetic abnormalities,

euphoric sensation.



Filled up with lust

to quench my thirst,

shocked through the rays

of the tired sun.

Revived by the breath.

Ignited, you wake me up,

you kindle during my sleep

the last signs

of recognition.

Every ground letter

You bring back written

In all languages

In the dark lair.

Smudge again

The colors across the dead

whiteness of the night, smash the dawn

before the sun.

From the night, the flowers bloom

And the morning is glittering in the horizon,

Under the veil of the morning.

The eyes of the mountaineer,

The light of the sun

Japanese mountaineer

naked in the moonlight.



There is no truth,

the truth and the lie

support each other!

In every truth

there is something deceiving!

The ambitious lie

is not so deceiving,

fictional, not eternal.

There is no truth contained in it

adjusted by itself.

It is solving the riddle of mystery

not paying attention if the truth

when is twisted becomes the lie!

These two opposite powers

continuously set each other to motion,

they deny each other in word puns,

start up fury, revenging rage.

Riddling, solving, I’m ashamed of you!

My eyes are hidden under the veil,

colors of light astonishing scale!!!


Tatjana Debeljacki was born 1967 in Užice. She writes poetry, short stories, stories and haiku. She is a Member of Association of Writers of Serbia -UKS since 2004. She is Haiku Society of Serbia- Deputy editor of Diogen. She also is the editor of the magazine Poeta. She has four books of poetry published. Follow her on Twitter.