ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA

ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA

Answers...

You showed me fear in a handful of dust...

I told you even that fear you could trust...

You showed me there was no conviction...

I told you your mind required some diction...

You showed me there was no lucidity...

I taught you how not to live in vanity!...

You told me you could not recognize the virtuosity...

I made you listen to the music intensity!

You told me you lack imagination!...

I replied, you needed hallucination!

This Plane

You came

into this never-ending repeat frame...

While in that plane,

you can call my Name

without swallowing my Surname...

A straight way to become insane

rather than mundane....

Think of it as a game

which can inflame

your brain!...

It will be like an octane

for your blazing flame!

Cogito Ergo Sum...

(I think... Therefore, I am!)

Time and distance

rhyme in Silence

a serenade of timeless

dreamers's spell...

A stardust free verse

where,

feelings do not curb...

Just cosmic voices

awaken the Presence

of my Essence...

My questions...

fell out of this

Existence!

I Am...

I am a Moon dust dreamer...

watching moments of Resolution

how they build sonnets

under my eyelids

within an hour of Eternity...

Encased by an unbroken Time seed,

fertilized by the essence of a breeze

with spheres singing in spirals

the Harmony of the rings...

With no expired Headlines

within your painted fragments

in which... I KNOW...

we can co-Exist!...

The Soul Cosmogony

A dream dust had dissolved my gravity,

Fractured sky reminded me of my fragility,

A world crashed into stars... What a tapestry!

Passions turned into inquiries, it was a travesty,

With rising blues, underlying my sensibility,

Stealing my nights, dreams and seniority,

Colliding and reforming them, it took insanity!...

I subtracted myself with so much ability,

Transition of angles and sides became plurality,

Remembrances arose from me with complexity

Never resting, never moving, it was my destiny,

Until my eyes met the sky with vintage idolatry

As a seraphic elegy reminded me of Immortality!

Inception of my dreams were my own singularity,

Then the rhythm of my soul saw that with clarity,

Charades and tableaux were intertwined totally,

A never-ending grace built in me its own sacristy,

And a sleeping curve drew me inside my perplexity!...

I saw the unseen hand, painting my surreality,

And a twisted star spoke about my chastity,

The future was in the past... there was no conformity...

I lived in meticulous harmony, versus the majority,

Preserving Lives' progression, it was my mentality...

I silenced all My similarities!... That was the sagacity!...

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ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA