top of page
logo

Explore Literary Collections

Spring inSeoul
If you are looking for me
and all you find is a number of steps
left on soft garden grass
I have gone
to find the blossoms
To wipe the numbers of days
When winter and distance
Took smiles away.
A flutter of pink returns them today

Fly in fly out

Midnight heat melting on black tarmac
Miles of desert bushes on the red horizon
Cicadas’ songs travel over the empty river.
Around the campfire, singing every song we know
Soul to warm



 
Original Poems
seagull.jpg

Autumn after the holiday

 

over the edge of the water

day’s end fire

canons of silvery power

emptying the beach

from my shoe

 

in the morning dew

only the stone smell remembers

washed skies

drops of laughter

of summer rain

 

squares rainbow row

beach huts dotting the edge

edge of the water melt in the sky

Winds swing by

White foams on my toes

 

bright and steady horizon line

eyes drifting away

white water on cold fingers

after the holiday

sand in my pocket

Autumn
A sparrow shouting
winter news from every fence—
the old poplar lets
one more yellow leaf drift down
before answering at all.
Rain on cherry bloom
nobody waits for flowers—
only for the fruit.
Yet beneath the falling petals
tomorrow quietly begins.
Spring 

Cold hands deep in my pocket
Forgotten coins
Tolling bells measure distance
On the glassy rocks
Waves don’t reach fresh snow
Winter

Dragon flies shadow 
Sedom brush the window 
wind in the sage bush
the same dusty color 
of hot rocks under your feet
Summer

Swiftly falling on the pathway
Through the park of blossoms blue,
Dead leaves drift, as people often say,
Like our dreams that never grew.

Through the softened light descending
From a cloud of silken grey,
Walks a maiden, sweetly dreaming,
With a sergeant on his way.

The sunset fades in crimson fire,
And summer's night draws near,
Descending softly on the hills and valleys,
Silent, bright, and clear.

Blushing red with shy emotion,
Downward cast his thoughtful gaze;
She crushes brittle autumn leaves
In her little patent shoes' trace.

And in gentle contradiction
To the landscape's singing tune,
They walk apart, yet side by side—
The Major and his Mignonne.

Rest settles softly on the fallen leaves,
While only footsteps sound;
And one young girl with longing heart
Still sings beneath the moon.

Her lover waits to hold her close
Down by the mountain side,
And kiss her long with tender thirst
On brow and eyes with pride.

Along the autumns street
Clouds

Pigtails of hope

Rained on the down path

The sky castle

Lift soul stones

Golden Horizon

“Wait for the sun to paint the sky,
where hope and endless oceans lie.”

Rainy smile

Smile for the rain

Translucent drops

On hand turned upside down

Glass doors shine with street cars

Wipers for rain and worries

Stubborn red berries hang tight

Sky between the branches

Grows more blue and darker

Half a moon

Into the silent lake of the sky

Smile never fail to bloom again

and again

On the off chance your umbrella

Pass on street

“We are anchored deep in earthly soil,
yet reaching up where stars uncoil.”

Rooted in Stars

Latest Creative Insights

Selected Books by Nicoletta Glod

Best sellers

The Last New Year’s Eve

 

 This book is a contemporary Australian mystery set in a grand old house overlooking Hobsons Bay in Williamstown, Melbourne. For more than forty years, Seaview House has been the gathering place for family celebrations, old friendships, and cherished memories. But as the family prepares to celebrate one final New Year’s Eve before the beloved house is sold and redeveloped, long-buried secrets begin to surface.

the_last_new_year_s_eve_1 (1).jpg

Latest Creative Insights & Reflections

The Poem of Unspoken Dreams

City Whale

 

 

brisk morning air

escalators flush up

bags, shoes, dreams

over the coffees steam

smiles blooms

 

scorched by the autumn

lost papers of the day end

rolled leaf's in the wind

cigarettes lighting the sunset

whale is slowing down

 

petering rain

wiping windscreens and worries

half a moon

swipe off streets

gone leaf's and rushed lovers

 

Glass doors shine with street cars

Evening high heels tap dance

Wine swing in the glasses

Opera doors lure dreamers inside

Email

Get in Touch

Phone
Location
weavy-GPT Image 1 Edit-45_2.jpg

Let’s build something great together contact 

email : Glod.Nicoletta@gmail.com

MESSAGE:

Capturing the Essence of Hope in Every Word

Explore a curated collection of original books and poems designed to inspire dreams and share personal insights that resonate with the human spirit.

bottom of page