ANCA
MIHAELA BRUMA
THE FERVOR OF ECSTASY
Still longing for
the song of your steps
I should have been
embracing you
again and again
and again
100 000 lives.....
Bathing in a
luxurious silence
finding solace
between piano pauses,
gathering the
essence of a little kiss
and chants of an
ineffable beauty
tasting the nectar
of your sublimity,
plunged and
immersed,
again and again
and again....
In this intense
subtlety of the beyond
vertigo of verses
graces your majesty
and find multiple
infinite ways
to LOVE you...
Again and again
and again...
An elixir solely
for pure hearts!
My inner ambrosia
experiences the
balance of your harmony,
the Secret of all
secrets,
collapsing within
your cosmic gracefulness,
my inner ME...
immersed in YOU!
You spread your
divine names
in acrylic letters
and intimate dimensions
all your billion
cells are as open doors
for my ceaseless
adoration....
My truest freedom
awaits for me
inside your
ecstatic kisses!
LOVE WITHOUT SYLLABLES
Your love no
longer hyphenates
This summer, my
beloved
With seasons
written,
Scrawled in lame
words
My autumn since
then will no longer sleep
Time and Patience
No more can I keep
The exuberant
albatross wings through my verses
Your thoughts
constrained by all expectations.
No noble crane,
nor I myself, will kneel before my solitude,
As I am drawn from
often dark and ominous shadows,
My summer song
resonates in its vigil,
Silently
serenading those lost 20 summers.
Shattered the
laughter,
No tears ever
after,
My love,
This summer
Your autumnal
visions seep into my fate,
As the ‘maybe’ and
‘because’ are scattered to the wind,
The grass winds
its own path
And will not
rescind
Just one season of
summer
My love
Free of agony and
pain
To feel your snow
on my lips
Young lovingness
again
In frail seconds
of love and despair,
My wings spread
To leave you
bewildered
No tears will I
shed
As I take to the
skies
Your love no
longer hyphenates
This summer, my
beloved
With seasons
written,
Scrawled in lame
words
Time lost,
Patience flown.
MY LIFE’S SCRIPTURES
...And the Time
came to write my forgotten Scriptures...
Fragments of
Myself were scattered on different pictures...
Everything became
concentric, grasping moments of the Past,
And I
understood... only Existence could make "Nothing" a verb to last!...
23RD FEBRUARY 2014
ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA
So vivid,so much intimacy and gripping phraseology. Powerful!
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ReplyDeleteHi Anca, my Spiritual-Guide, my ever-lasting friend who's talent is showcased all over the world and in multi-languages, so that those in foreign countries can come to know this Poet who blends lyrical verse with spiritual and her works are Soul-Songs ~ I've always told Anca she's a Visitor not from this world, for she is an Earth Angel and I'm glad she's here to guide me in the right paths of poetic achievement, for through Anca have I grown in all ways to be a better person and writer to make her proud of me as much as I am so proud of this Prolific and Famous Poet!!!! Her works will remind you of the Greats, the two that come to mind are Rumi, the 13th Century Sufi Poet and Pablo Neruda.
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