Posts Tagged Blaga Todorova

Poetic License – August 2012

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.

Spring

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.

Summer

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.

Autumn

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.

Winter

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.

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Repost: Help Me To Congratulate A Friend!

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 Passion
by Karmic Diva
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Whether he’s just passing by
Or stopping for a lasting kiss
She waits to learn of his intent
While longing for that evening’s bliss
Those restless thoughts of new romance
A mind on fire with lust, desire
A hunger for that reckless chance
To celebrate the lover’s dance
And if she should wish, and wish she might
For the passion of their shared delight
That they should spend a single night
In love all distance shall dissolve.
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Their destiny is sealed, and spared
The tempest of what might have been
She bids him farewell and good night
And in the stillness of his sleep
His dream reveals a deep regret
And if regret should bring him back
The rose is not as it once was
The taste of venom on its lips
It waits to poison with its kiss
While sharpening its hardened thorns
A haunting odor permeates
The once sweet fragrance of unknown fate.
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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!

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Second Blogger Meet-Up Nude Dinner Party

Well the day is finally here. Tonight almost forty of my blogging friends will converge on my home and hopefully enjoy a mostly organic meal in their most organic selves. The table is set including place cards for seating, the music has been chosen and and the host is mentally preparing for a houseful of guests. Last year a few people felt a little uncomfortable with total nudity so this year the lighting has been altered and candles will be the only light in the dining room. Furthermore if you are not happy with your menu, there will be plenty of food to choose from everyone elses main course but I do hope you are pleased.

Most of you know that I love cooking and that is the basis for this faux dinner party. Since the first dinner party I threw went so well I wanted to have yet another one. It would have been nice to invite everyone from last time and all the new friends, however not everyone is still blogging and not everyone still visits here regularly. Let’s not focus on the past though. Enjoy this evening to the fullest. If you were not a regular visitor here when I decided to do this last December but you would like to join in; feel free. Your menu will be the Unexpected But Invited Guests. Keep in mind that this is a nude party but do not take it seriously. It’s just a little bit of fun.

Click on your name to see your menu. Names that include an asterisk were also in attendance at the first Dinner Party.

Unexpected But Invited Guests

Kat

* Cherlyn Cochrane

Mai Mergili

* Yuuki Chan

* Iron Cook Carl

Mariana

Michelle Teoh

Tom Baker

Te’Kia Miller

Ina Schroders-Zeeders

SeeNote

* Jia Xin

* Judy Santiago

Prinsesa Musang

Deborah Bryan

Noeleen

Chris King

Brittany Wood

* Rish Mangubat

David (1MereMortal)

* Rose Reynolds

Ev

Ruth Ligget

Giovanna Rodriguez

* Sylvia Garza

Paul Orr

Janie Blim

* Blaga Todorova

TheRealSharon

Isadora De La Vega

Kim Koning

Melinda

Lisa

Addie

AnonymousBurn

TemptingSweets99

* Seth Winternight

* Chris Ferrell

Kara

Dinner Conversation

Since we are obviously not really getting together, I thought it might be fun if we simulated dinner conversation. If you don’t mind (and in keeping with the spirit of fun and fellowship), share two things below in the comment section that might come up in casual dinner talk between we bloggers. If you can think of at least two things about yourself that you have never shared with your blog readers, please enlighten us here. Inquiring minds want to know. Maybe what you think of might only come up after a few glasses of wine! Think carefully.

Many thanks for humoring me and coming to the dinner my friends! In lieu of a mini blogging conference when we wake up tomorrow you will be treated to February’s guest blogger, Mai Mergili. Mai’s post is about her passion for photography and fashion. Enjoy!

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