Happy Birthday Mama!

 

© 2011  Broken Sparkles

Evia

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Shiny escape

The bus leaves every half hour,
three blocks down the road from home.
With eyes – unconditionally shining,
with mind – altruistically dancing,
I lean my head on the window
following the pavement out of Athens.

Before I manage to finish a daydream,
the sea shows, emeralds under the skies,
waves engaged in a game with the wind.
In dazzling red the ferryboat gasps, vigorously,
under the weight of passengers and vehicles,
the time flies, the distance melts, we reach Evia.

Over winter’s break or summer’s weekend,
the harmony is constantly there,
inviting, murmuring, offering a relief,
an escape from heartaches and grief.
I have all that I need – a white chair and a book,
a thousand splendid suns and his kiss.

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This is my poem for Victoria’s Monday Morning Writing Prompt

The theme this week – A day of refreshment

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Evia, Greece by Blaga Todorova

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Requiem

 The last day dreaming about love …

Remember the moments
with your heart drifting,
mornings in fairyland,
nights in fool’s paradise,
craving for one of his smiles,
capturing a sight of empty eyes.

Look back and recall the hours
with burning the skin desires,
ridiculous romance,
absurd daydreaming,
begging for the touch of his hands,
tasting a scent of impossibility.

Reminisce and acknowledge
the lonely sunsets colored in hope,
the wasted ink on unanswered sweet words.
Bring back every thought
you wished on a shooting star,
when not a single angel could hear.

Remember one last time,
honor your broken sparkles,
because with the first ray of silver light,
this blind faith in love, in “happilly ever after”,
comes to an end, turns into an antiquity,
scribbles from a trivial history book.

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"Broken heart" - unknown source

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