milky sky : my poems *: January 2010

Friday 22 January 2010

Abstinence 2

Mornings

In pinkLike a childYou sleepCoiled upPeacefully.EveningsIn blue-Like flowersWe sleepWith theChaliceDown.

* *
And you are thereNowWhile me-And you are thereCovered withBlanket, Small and sorrowful
I dream of you…I dream of you…

* *
FruitlessGardenBeyondThe silenceI draw aPictureOf youInside mewith blood.

* *

I`m a childOf the sun,Of the meadowOf yourHandsOf the poplarsOf melancholyOf existenceOf dovesI collectMy tears inBowl of glass.

n. nour *

Abstinence 1

I`m waiting for you
In my thoughts
In my mind
Of white cotton,
I`m waiting
In the body
Of white, white
Dough,
In the memories
Of blue, blue
Sky,
In the silence
Of gentle, gentle
Field
In your eyes
From sparkling
Sea. ***** The forest is
On fire
In red hot
Smoke above
The sky
Endlessly.
****

Minutes
Silence
Impossibility
I`m staring
Into the space
White
Alone-
Emptiness.

Femina 9

Your voice-
a quiet
colorful
flute-
melody beyond
the hill.
****

Circle:
it wasn`t day,
unknown hour,
endless
night,
countless
moons
the time
is roaming
above us
where are we
in it?
embracing
with sadness
our souls.
****

That way
We swam seas
We lived
together
in happiness,
impossibility,
when we came
to pass,
we didn`t spit
even in dreams,
when we slept
in your hands-
warming sea,
in your eyes- the night air
and wind
in your shoulders-
freedom,
Air
if you`re still here…

*****

You moved
the space around-
concentric
circles
in water.
my tiredness
is impossible
without you,
my happiness
is impossible
without you
Goddess.

Femina 8

Birds are
letters
in the sky,
angels
read them
and fly
with them-
we are the flock
from sentences,
read us,
reveal us!
****

The pain
as a red
poppy
in the field
over there,
from the wind
from the wind,
from….
blown away…

****

I`m passing
through the night
with desire.
I can`t be apart
from your
shadow
and your gaze,
your glitter
your silence
sink inside me.
I carry you away. *****

I love you
My violet
Shadow
Sea foam Turned into
Mist.

*****

Statue:
Her hands
are from marble,
they bend
from her
shoulders-
full of life
and brave,
cold
and fine
white fingers,
face,
glancing in
light.
You`re standing
right in front
of me
threatening
staring at me-
your marble eyes
sparkle
a woman
of Michelangelo.

****

And you didn`t
Answer me
And looked away
Over there,
You turned your eyes
To the window
To the street
Why me?

Femina 7

Your temple
beyond the hill
in the purple
forest, you are poured
with green flames
quiet
pieces of glasses
slide on your
surface,
that make you
apart
from me.

****

In red mirror
I see your laugh
your voice
is melting
after me.

****

You`re walking
next to me
walking
in silence,
hidden words
in the trees,
in the evening,
in your hair,
you`re walking
and thinking
in silence.

****

And a music
is spilling away
from your body,
looking tired
with always
wandering
eyes,
the emptiness
is not enough
for you-
freedom.

Femina 6

I`m staring
at the ladder,
set against
the tree, sometimes
is sunny
sometimes
it rains
your face
next to mine
is a memory-
a taste of
white
cherries.

****

Your presence
scatters me
as a sand
your presence
in green
and black-
strange
how I didn`t
notice
you before.

****

My, my, my
Brown lashes
Your, your, your
Colorful eyes-
Our beautiful
Palms
Soft and white
Are kissing
Drowsily
The everlasting
Melody, melody, melody.

Femina 5

I said good-bye
to her
and flew away
to sough
where
the colorless
corn fields
run eagerly
into my skin
their growing
yellow
stems- I met her
again on
the morning.

I was kissing him
at the twilight
under the trees,
in the forest,
beyond the hill,
turned into
shadows
leaves.

****

June:
the baby
I feel
it`s nestled
deep inside me
tenderly
humbly
moving with
little hands.

****

Dedicate a song
to me-
a song for
a white
for summer
for winter
for the town
for me-
my face.

Femina 4

Music
piano
swiftly fine
fingers
on the keys
in black-
hands.

****

Come closer
and brake up
the glass
of the window.
traces
in winter path,
small footmarks
across the street,
through the
house
up to the
trash
container.

****

I see you,
I don`t know
how you look like,
how you sound,
how you laugh
how you take off
your clothes,
how you sneeze
how you think-
why I`m seeing you?

Femina 3

To P.

you were blown
to me
on the fragrance,
on the thoughts
on desire,
on the grass,
on the cherries,
on the milk,
on the body,
you are swimming
in the air,
carried To me…

*******

Water tank
with water bubbles
the sharp grass
is irritating
my face
bushes with
raspberry
wine
she`s not alone,
her hands
with soft tender
movements
pouring coffee,
pouring warm
water,
pouring milk
concentrated
slowly
without
touching me.

Femina 2

Moment
Silence .......
A bell
I stopped
Outside
Inside bell
You became
Deaf.

A memory
In the roses
At the sea
At the station
Travel
Among the
Sand hills,
Memory
Without
Truth
In one song:
Morning in
Light blue
Morning
Pure as a child

******
For a hundred
Time
I imagine
A kiss
With you…
We are melting
In tensed Pieces.

*****

I don`t know
Who is she-
And how she
Looks like
-in red dress.
Her hair is
Soft and wet?)
I don`t believe,
But I desire
My dream,
Child, sea, forest.

**** I`ll sing a song Loudly Hidden under Your clothes.

Femina1

Silence
I feel loneliness
and cold
and wind
and mist
when
the pears
turn into
blossoms.

****

Go on the
Moon path
And where it
Leads you
Is the Sea.

****
In love :
One, sometimes
Strange
Feeling
To the fortuity,
To the need
To the eyes
In green.

****
Almost tears,
But actually
Laughter
And sadness
Where are you?

Tuesday 5 January 2010

Abstinensia 2

Sутрин-

в розово
като
дете
спиш
свита
на кълбо
в покой.
Вечер-
В синьо
Като
Цветя
Спим
Тъжни
С чашките
Надолу.

и ти си там
сега,
когато аз-
и ти си там,
завита с
одеало,
мъничка
и тъжна...
а аз сънувам
теб.

Безплодна
Градина
Отвъд
Тишината
Рисувам те
В себе си
С кръв.

аз съм дете
на слънцето
на поляната
на твоите
ръце
на тополите
на меланхолията
на екзистенцията
на гълъбите,
събирам в
стъклен съд сълзите си.

Abstinensia

аз те чакам

мислено,
докосвайки
зрънца
от теб.

мислено
те чакам-
аз те чакам
в мислите
от бял
памук,
в тялото
от бяло
бяло
тесто,
в спомените
от синьо,
синьо
небе,
в тишината
от нежно
нежно
поле,
в очите ти
от искрящо
море-

гори гората
в червено
горещо-
дим над
небето
необятно

минути
-мълчание
-невъзможност
-гледам
в пространството
бяло
сама
- празно е.

гласът ти:
спокойна
многоцветна
флейта-
мелодия
зад хълма.

не беше ден,

незнаен час,
безкрайна
нощ,
луни безброй
над нас се лута

-времето-
къде сме
в него,
с тъга
прегръщаме
душите си.

натам
преплувахме
морета, заедно
живяхме,
в щастие и
невъзможност
кога се
случихме-
не се
разделяхме
дори в
съня,
в мечтания
ни сън.
в ръцете ти
морета
топлина,
в очите ти-
въздухът
нощен
и вятър
в раменете-
свобода-
въздух-
дали си
тук още-

* * * * *
ти раздвижи
пространсвото
наоколо-
концентрични
кръгове
във вода-
умората в мен
е невъзможна
без теб,
щастието в мен
е невъзможно
без теб,
божество.