ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA

ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA

EPIPHANY

A blue albatross has just killed Me,

As I have not paid my Heart's fee!....

Novocain songs start playing a lullaby,

Complicated demands turn into a melody,

With contradictions spinning 180 degree...

A story without words builds my History,

With empyrean dreams and all the fantasy.

While an elegy of peonies sings serenely,

My Life's adverbs change the sense of clarity,

And converted nouns pleading to be sung in harmony,

With fluorescent beauty inside the Universal memory...

I empty myself on the pages... labeled as Destiny,

And I find each morpheme in perfect poetry...

I talk raw and unedited about my Life's allegory,

Looking for Future tenses... an effort in futility...

Rhetorically speaking, I see my past unreal Reality...

I am wanted in fractions!... Without the depths of Me!...

This is the Story which belongs to Me!...

Monochromatic Me... left in reverie...

Wondering behind my face... and proximity...

Just a quotation remains from my own Bibliography,

... And my numerical values in perfect symmetry...

I exist from the top of my Story!... It is meant to BE!...

(Anca Mihaela Bruma ©  - 23rd March 2014)

ETHEREAL AWARENESS

In this timeless ethereality

where silences build

converted assonances

and gravitational elapses,

I breathe your unspoken space

within my pollinated reflections...

Petalled essences of your insights

swing the Eternity

on the edge of my second...

Echoed Time graciously bleeds rainbows

of your pixelated soul!

Intoxicated violets hide

in the sweetness of our kiss!

I DANCE YOUR SILENCE...

I dance your Silence,

so you can feel my inner context

between our heartbeats...

I dance within your Silence,

to remove the crowd between Me and You

and find the Beauty behind my eyes...

I dance your Silence,

so Life will not have the same stroke

within this storm of Light...

I dance for your Silence,

and my syllables build rotating words

between your lines with sleepy sunrises...

My mind... poems form to match your breath...

I dance your Silence,

within your whispering wing,

while a second still snows inside my eyes,

a fleeting reality... piece by piece...

I dance within your Silence,

with thick lines of Reality...

mornings are no more prohibited... by You!...

I dance your Silence,

with slices of our own chemistry...

so... you can find the sum of my heart,

when Time strikes with its inner rhythm...

I dance your Silence,

with my unwritten poetry,

whispering through three seasons,

so the Sky may not forget its Existence...

I dance your Silence,

with musical steps between us,

an overture of two worlds...

... a ballet of the Hearts...

I dance your Silence,

with kissed hellos and embraced goodbyes...

With deep thoughts juxtaposed between Us...

A requiem of dreams within white spaces...

A soundtrack for a Life!...

ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA