What if … ?

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What if …?

What if the flow of unpredictable words you adore
and wait with impatience to hear,
because it comes with the language of my heart,
with the alphabet of my existence,
what if this continuous flow one day stops
and I have no more beautiful things to tell you,
no more stories of miracles to share with you?

Will you go to the first bookstore and replace my fairy tales
with a novel randomly chosen from the first bookshelf you saw?
Or will you try to find new inspiration to touch my lips with,
so I could speak to you again?

What if the brilliance, the enigma in my eyes
that you always wonder how to explain,
because it comes from a world of mystery,
from a land not mentioned in any geographic maps,
what if this secret of my look one day is gone
and I have no more potential to see you as someone special,
no more effort left to look at you with love?

Will you forget the color of my eyes and discover
new eyes to look at, in the crowd of people ahead of you?
Or will you make me see the different, non-existing side of you
and make me love you even more because of it?

What if the temptation that comes out of my body
and you put on pedestal with a triumph, ignoring our weak powers,
glorifying the first time you owned me,
what if this allurement, together with my body,
one day turns into ashes and I have no more feelings to offer,
not even a single act of care?

Will you accept the dry lust from a woman-stranger you will
accidentally meet in a bar, drunk, because you no longer have me?
Or will you read all scientific books to learn new ways to wake up
the volcano of hidden passion, buried deep inside of my body?

What if my heart that is the center of our lives,
both, mine and yours, because is connected to your heart
like a mom and a baby with an umbilical cord,
what if this heart one day choose to take a different path
and I have no more stability to comfort you with,
no more hopes and dreams to go after?

Will you stop hoping and dreaming too and take the road
to nowhere so you could forget about the memories of me?
Or will you collect in a silver jar
two drops of rain, piece of sunshine and a snowflake
and give them to an African magician to create
a new heart I can love you with again?

What if in just one day what we thought is good for us
suddenly appears not to be?
Will you surrender and accept the waste of tune with silence,
like many others did?
Or will you still stand by me and climb mountains, swim oceans,
make the impossible possible to bring it all back ?

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“What if …?” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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In the silence

In the silence

I wake up and I look
in the distance again,
the skies have inhaled
your trails and the indigo
scent I desire, it aches.

Paper smile is all I have,
ambrosial eyes inviting me,
dauntless my heart is, but only
an illusion is streaming with
the wind that comes so near.

From all the places I’ve been,
in the land of dreams about you,
I found the most angelic shimmer.
The red juice in my veins,
blazing just for a word from you.

In the silence I build castles,
your face dwells with me,
the taste of a whimsical kiss,
the hint of hands in hands
and a whisper, just a whisper from you.

~*~*~*~*~

To all silent inspirations …

Mood – Stateless- Bloodstream song.

“The sound of silence” by Christina on deviantart.com

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Going away


Happy hump day everyone! I hope you all had a good start of the week!

For me is not only the middle of this working week but and the end, because tomorrow I am going away. I’m going to Bulgaria to see my family and friends. I haven’t been there since April, so I am really looking forward to it and apart from that I love traveling. I get excited even going to the town next door. Imagine the excitement when I change country, when I get on the plane and find myself surrounded with white fluffy clouds and blue … the endless blue of the sky? I even have a poem about airplanes and airports, but I haven’t found the right picture for it yet, so now I hope on some airport I will have the chance to capture the exact image I’ve been thinking about.

Usually after every trip I come back with new ideas for poems and stories, traveling somehow feeds my imagination more than anything. And especially now when I’m not in love, when I’m not hurt or extremely happy, but just feeling normally and peacefully calm, now when I don’t have my heart up-side-down, I could use the inspiration of a trip. I could use the nice time with my family.

There were many events that made me leave my own country, many unpleasant moments that made me come to  Greece. Often when I go back to visit I still see those same things and I consider my choice to emigrate absolutely right,  but being with the family is like nothing else. So today’s post is for all families.

Speaking of people that we feel comfortable with, that have done something to brighten our days, here is where I want to tell you that on October 2, I will be a guest in Tom Baker‘s blog  Morning Erection, which for me is a big honor. It will be great if you stop by this Saturday and have a look at my guest post and Tom’s older posts too. I recommend one of his posts very strongly- “The most beautiful girl in the world“. Once again thank you Tom.

To end this hump day, I wish you all a great time. I will still have my poems coming every day thanks to wordpress “scheduling ahead posting” … and as for all of you, that you stop by my blog … stay safe and smile …always smile :) !!!

Love: B.

 

My home town

 

© 2010 Broken Sparkles