Summer snow

Summer snow

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
John Steinbeck

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
Natalie Babbitt

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
Pablo Neruda

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“Summer snow” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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“Sapphire light” in The Book Times

I’ve been away from a real writing and poetry activities for some time now, let me say, I was in the middle of a war between inspiration and hope, despite the new poems posted on my blog. There was a bit of tiredness and sadness after the winter and then a bit of a muse- less time, and after that the shock of a robbery and the madness in the country I live in; all together- a pretty good mixture for a cocktail that  lacks motivation. It wasn’t a state that bothered me, but it wasn’t a happy place either.

And you know how we all have one of those days when we wake up and skip a step on the way out of bed? When the ignorance we hold over the sunrise slips on the floor and nothing is hurt apart from the ego and the way- too- long asleep consciousness? Then we all realize we can’t turn back time and catch all the moments we’ve missed, but we can count that time as a lesson and move on to see what’s behind the twilight of the evening ahead.

Last week I had one of those mornings. In a metaphor, I was on my way to Acropolis, and I ended up in front of the Great Wall of China, only to discover that there is a very little left to admire because of the sandstorms none of us can control.  A lot of thinking and wandering was involved that day, but on the end, I found The Book Times – an online, fiction newspaper, thanks to my friend Martin Lauchner.

Today I am happy to share with you that my story “Sapphire light” was published in The Book Times. I would like to thank Martin for recommending the site and I would like to thank Bethany Kent/ Editor in Chief of The Book Times/ who edited and approved my story! And if you all have a little time, you can read “Sapphire light” HERE. 

Love& Peace …

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“Sapphire sea” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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When a woman loves

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul” ~P.Neruda

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When a woman loves

Mornings, ambrosial bouquet I remember,
pancakes and the taste of honey on my lips,
long time ago, I heard a song on the radio,
“When a woman loves” was the name, I think.

Was it real? The moment, the lyrics.
Was I that woman? The love, the feelings.
I can’t find the frequency to follow the rhythm.
Were there a dress and jeans swept on the beach?

When a woman loves. Did I ever?
Sullen, salted feathers in the nest, I whisper,
does fate step on a ground already walked?
Breeze polishing pearls, it wasn’t a dream, I feel it.

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“When a woman loves” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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