Strangers

 

Strangers

Box, stamped in California with thousand pieces inside,
I frame the view on the wall, I keep the post card alone.
Egyptian beach and I dance, no words, just one- “gameel”,
when the Red sea honors the black eyes, I agree.

First, exciting steps in the world of  most beautiful girls,
as a guest I read stories about butterflies and poems.
Giggles over the most delicious cup of coffee, looking at
the face without a name, enjoying two pretty apples on the shelf.

Just after sunset a letter from Greece with love
and gratitude in the air I smell, I am compelled.
In the chaos of letters, I stumble once, I stumble twice ,
but Jingle bells take me to the right place and I feel safe.

The sounds of Pachelbell’s  piano, drawing art on ice,
musing by moonlight, I dream, I write every day.
Nickname made out of bubbles and the mind whirls,
life has new instance and taste of chocolates.

Out of someone’s back pocket instructions came to me
the broken sparkles I repaired and now they glow,
to light the recipe for the warmest salad in this winter,
for my bare feet in fierce snow to avoid redundant flow.

And when the sheep skip the barn, jump the fence,
I count the words, but not the one from my classmates.
The words of travelers, strangers they may seem,
but only when the miles of the distance scream.

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles
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18 Responses to “Strangers”

  1. Luke Prater Says:

    I see it! And others. Sweet.. I see the poetry people have made quite an impact on your life, huh? Thanks for the inclusion Blaga

    and of course… Warmest Salad to you

    Luke x

  2. Jingle Says:

    Just after sunset a letter from Greece with love
    and gratitude in the air I smell, I am compelled.
    In the chaos of letters, I stumble once, I stumble twice ,
    but Jingle bells take me to the right place and I feel safe.

    I guess this is the one.
    witty poem,
    you make people smile!
    Thanks for the fun!

  3. Cherlyn Says:

    This is great! I can definitely recognize myself in there :) I love this part “Giggles over the most delicious cup of coffee, looking at the face without a name, enjoying two pretty apples on the shelf.” Thank you very much Blaga, this is a great poem by the way – it really seems like you’re finding your own style and it has just been blowing my mind! A great poem for sure!

  4. Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved Says:

    Blaga, what a beautiful homage to your blogger-poet friends. What a lovely thing to write. What a lovely thing to do. Has your unique stamp all over it, not just the poetry but the gesture as well. A hug and kiss in a poem seasoned with a bit of giggle. Thank you! Thank you very much. I will treasure this.

    Hugs! :-D You are the greatest.

    You will love this music and the video. I loved, loved, loved the last piece the last piece yo shared. Thanks.
    It’s Hans Zimmer’s The Holiday and – well – you wil just enjoy the vid.
    http://ourpeaceablekingdom.wordpress.com/2010/11/27/relaxing-with-red-pandas/

    • Broken Sparkles Says:

      It’s about few strangers that made me smile, some are not poets and didn’t use the words of a poet, but still … I love the music, I wish I was on a holiday now, somewhere …actually Egypt is what I want right now! Hugs back! Enjoy your saturday!

      • Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved Says:

        Oh, for some reason I thought you had time off. Easy to get to Egypt from where you are I would imagine.

        Have you seen Cairo Time? With you sense of romance, you would love the story. Also, the scenery is lovely.

        Patricia Clarkson is amaziing. Wonderfully understated performance.
        Alexander Siddig very fine actor.

        Enjoy the vid.

        • Broken Sparkles Says:

          I’ve been to Egypt few times :),have two posts here about Egypt, but right now can’t be away for long, I guess I’ll have to just be happy with the dreams :) Will check the video now! Good night from me!

  5. Tom Baker Says:

    Excellent poem and I think I recognize me: “First, exciting steps in the world of most beautiful girls,
    as a guest I read stories about butterflies and poems.” This is very special and I feel special because of it. Thanks Blaga and always remember, you can guest again anytime!

    I can understand how this must have been a labor of love. Just from the few people I have visited on the list you gave me, poets are some of the nicest people on the internet! You are beautiful!

    • Tom Baker Says:

      The sister bloggers doing a collaboration. Sounds great! Right now I am working on a special post that will combine the last four Poetic License posts into one large one. I will do it every quarter from now on and I think you will like the way it is structured. It’s always a pleasure when I visit.

  6. Artswebshow Says:

    I like this.
    It brings forward a lot of interesting images

  7. Caribbean Fool Says:

    Good description all around. I see what you are saying about lingua franca and learning about poetry. You are indeed developing your own voice, and this is most impressive. One thing to keep in mind is the difference between faces without names and faces with names we just haven’t learned yet. (Did you ever see ‘The Neverending Story’? It’s like something out of Sebastion’s quest.)

    Most enjoyable poem, very much dig on the timbre of the word choice. Evocative of something almost in hand but not quite within reach, and that ain’t easy for anyone to do. Thanks for posting, most excellent job.

    crb.

    • Broken Sparkles Says:

      Thanks for reading, always appreciating your opinion! About the faces without names and the faces with names we haven’t just learnt yet, I make the difference, I wanted to write about identities without faces and names, but …another time :)! yes I’ve seen “The Neverending story”, you got it right, something like this … Glad you liked it!

  8. Judy Marie Santiago Says:

    Wow, I believe the keywords, Just After Sunset and From Greece with Love are so for me! Thank you Blaga for remembering me in one of the sweet stanzas of your great poem! Take care! :)

  9. Olivia Says:

    BLAGA BUBBLE.. HUGE HUGS MyD… XXXXXXXXX

    Aren’t you mindblowingly sweet and talented as well..??
    If only I was as talented as you are..

    Gosh, quite likewise, I too enjoy over my mug of coffees reading a lot about beautiful things.. I have a face for you- a beautiful pretty Bubble Barbie for me.. Mega Hugs My Dear

    Very well done.. xxxxxxx
    Mwaaahzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

  10. Pat Cegan Says:

    The sounds of Pachelbell’s piano, drawing art on ice,
    musing by moonlight, I dream, I write every day.

    Nickname made out of bubbles and the mind whirls,
    life has new instance and taste of chocolates.

    Sigh………………I wish I had said that! Lovely poem. Thank you! Pat
    patcegan.wordpress.com

  11. Heart Says:

    I think this poem finally shoes that you have a natural flair for speaking in poetry Blaga, this is so lilting, I have read it so many times now, it still feels beautiful.. A great read! Again don’t have just one line that I can point out, love all of them!

  12. Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved Says:

    FYI: Just sent you an email …
    :-)


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