Posts Tagged Blaga Todorova
Welcome to the new Poetic License. Morning Erection’s Poetic License now focuses solely on one poet and four of their new poems. The poems you read today are being featured here and are presented to the world for the first time anywhere. Enjoy these works of verbal art now and then you can find more of at Blaga’s blog, Broken Sparkles.
It takes so long to sneak in my heart,
what an ecstasy against solitude and sour winds.
The first colors, the melody of flowers,
there isn’t agony in the sway under the rain.
And you and I, dire souls in sunset flames,
between white rock-roses and swan feathers,
we honor the rebirth of our bodies.
Together we morn the death of frost and névé,
to savor the warmth in a bed of coals
and entrust the last rays of candled light
with our desires and the taste of kismet.
And when the rainbows lead us to the garden
of bitter- sweet reminiscence, the innocence
of our fairytale only beautifies Spring and this poem.
I long for your touch, for your golden eyelashes.
Mute and absent, I drink in every glimpse of a flame.
A fantasy with lavender fields doesn’t comfort me,
I desire a reality with lilac fragrance on my lips.
I follow a trace to your heart, a blissful grasp,
to your caress, a sense of wild ocean’s lints.
I seek for the origins of your soul through
the whirling sensation of the satin sands on my skin.
I want to be a part of the sunrise luminosity,
a sparkle in the texture of the sultriness in the air,
I dream to inhale your smile of sapphires,
and I walk without a wince through
the blazing green of the majestic grass,
embracing intensely the kiss of Summer.
Lost in a storm of amber leaves, I waste
the last drop of summer to save a whisper
from the climbing roses you laid out for me,
to hold their ruby glow with the risk to blind me.
No butterflies, no blossoms stay behind to see me cry
together with the inevitable mist of clouds.
Over drowned solstice fires, I harvest the seeds of grief,
your face grows dim, consumed by the revenge of Nature.
I wake up, naked, in a naked forest, hazel shadows
sword your message through the wind. And the skies,
a pallet floating in gruesome hue and saturation,
remind me of roads never traveled,
of lands never swept by innocent laughter,
of broken hearts that declare the debut of Autumn.
Brutal love, lonely promises in frigid, velvet gowns,
the sun has turned back on you, on me, on hope.
We all weep, conquered by sable tears,
by javelins of fables and rue, asking why?
Why did he end the passion, the blush of pretty garlands,
merrily pirouetting over the ivory beauty of snow?
Who let him lash out at the gift of fantasy and flowers?
What soul, what consciousness he shares?
And as the freezing nights separate us with blizzards,
with lifeless words of unwritten ballads, I see
how every dawn is secretly charged with fake summers,
but no answer is granted, only thorns and wounds,
cleaving the last sensation left into ruins, guarding
the silent power and the crystal tiara of lady Winter.
Blaga from Broken Sparkles recently celebrated her 100th follower of her blog to leave a comment! She asked me to be a part of her celebrations and now I am asking you to be a part of hers. If you have the time stop by and just say congrats!
A year and a half ago I didn’t think that I will have a poetry blog today and people will be interested in what I have to say or that I will meet so many friendly souls living in every corner of the world … but it’s a fact, I started my blog in October 2010 as “Scent of my heart” / I changed the name later to Broken Sparkles/ and so far I’ve managed to keep up with my posts and the other day I had my 100 blog follower leaving a comment. 100! Compared to some other blogs with much more visitors 100 is probably nothing, but to me it’s something to make me feel proud of myself.
But all this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for the first person who discovered me- Tom Baker. Thanks to Tom’s advice and guidance I am where I am right now. And today I’ve asked Tom and my 100 follower- Karmic Diva, to assemble few words and celebrate this moment with me.
Tom Baker –
” I started blogging three years ago this coming October. I’m what people call a procrastinator and on a dare by a few friends I took the challenge of writing a blog for a year. I never in a million years thought anyone would read my ramblings and yet a few people did. When those few people became more I decided to see what else was out in the WordPress universe. I discovered you could search WordPress and find other bloggers that had blogs I was interested in reading.
Armed with this new information, I found many blogs about food, movies and poetry. Poetry is what brought me to Blaga’s Scent Of My Heart blog. I loved her poetry and we have been friends ever since. Now her blog is called Broken Sparkles and is loved by many more people than just I – and they know much more about poetry than I do. Congratulations on your 100th follower. I love you Blaga!”
Karmic Diva –
“Congratulations on having 100 followers on your blog. That’s a great milestone to achieve. It is amazing how much talent is being shared through blogging. Poets, scribes, babblers, doodlers and artists are all contributing so much creativity, and sharing so much of themselves and ask nothing in return.
I love to set my thoughts free by writing about whatever experience (real or imagine) comes to mind. I’m also a mixed media and digital artist. I try to blend my art and writing to make sense of a world that sometimes makes no sense at all. I consider my life “controlled chaos” that is sometimes chaos out of control. Writing puts life in perspective for me.
Thank you Broken Sparkles for honoring me with the opportunity to meet you and to share this accomplishment with you. Keep writing and sharing. The inspiration you give will come back to you ten-fold. Your friend and follower – Karmic Diva”A Poem of Passionby Karmic Diva`Whether he’s just passing byOr stopping for a lasting kissShe waits to learn of his intentWhile longing for that evening’s blissThose restless thoughts of new romanceA mind on fire with lust, desireA hunger for that reckless chanceTo celebrate the lover’s danceAnd if she should wish, and wish she mightFor the passion of their shared delightThat they should spend a single nightIn love all distance shall dissolve.`Their destiny is sealed, and sparedThe tempest of what might have beenShe bids him farewell and good nightAnd in the stillness of his sleepHis dream reveals a deep regretAnd if regret should bring him backThe rose is not as it once wasThe taste of venom on its lipsIt waits to poison with its kissWhile sharpening its hardened thornsA haunting odor permeatesThe once sweet fragrance of unknown fate.`I thank you, both, very much for sharing this moment with me and for blessing me with the beauty of a friendship! And I thank each of you that support me with your positive presence and follow my posts!