Poems by Anca Mihaela Bruma

Elegy of Good Bye...

I multiply your five letters
and ended it in a sentence...
I sniffed each Day
so... hours could exist
inside Me...
I lift my veil
and move along
your kiss...
Passion bleeds no more
from my fingertips,
just... scribbled words
on our souls!...
I master my good byes,
by simplifying
your sophistications,
in Place where Time
dropped its fences...
another bird
stopped singing...
I see
no more Light
behind your mountain!...
I carry my untold story,
in all its glory.....

Elysian Transcendence

Your pastel sunsets incandescently intertwine my velvet dreams,
and my verbs know how to whisper gallantly your prepositions.
I have even learnt to have fluency in your body language,
inhaling your line breaks, structuring the sentence of our Saga…

Staccato notes and runic destines are hovering my peripherals
with cubist twilights, Venusian madness and supernova desires,
passionate crescendos weep in rhapsodic existential reverbs,
dismissing yesterday intangibles… welcoming today freedoms!

An iridescence craved by seraphim passions and aeonic embraces!
Breathing you… breathing me… in curved celestial impressions
with stellar glimpses of thirty thousand empyreal souls,
mysteries colliding with wonders in shadows of evermore!

This Love! Oh, yes… this Love! Keeps re-birthing me!
In retro films, silenced streams and harmonic breezes,
out of nothingdom my poem rises up and never ages
steadily reminding you: I was there… before I existed!...

Never Left the Flowing Meanders of You

Serenade me with your Silence, where Time
becomes fluid in the tempo of our emotions
and specters of self evolving...
Invite me inside your Story,
make my breath vibrate in colors,
as a climax of two highest notes
marked by the adagio of the purple.
Place me in the space between your Words,
and delicately raise my Punctuation,
where your Love collides with my stanzas
and your name will sound like my Name...
Raise your curve of assonance while my iambs
are ascending, with young couplets and haiku,
so… Time will start counting my Surname.
Kiss me in perfect intervals, when Time and Space
are erotisized, with holographic sceneries
in your eyes, like a frame within my smile...
Paint my eyelids with violets until I find
our Horizon… turn my Soul into a Metaphor
with white nymphs singing in the holy fields....
Rhyme your Time on the edge of my Soul,
so I can make “Love” a verb tonight,
a free verse with different seasons,
a tale of us on an empty canvas...
Recite my thoughts in dazzling flavors and empty me
on various pages, as if there is no Love to include us both
and no dew drops to mirror our World...
Sing to me in spoken echoes, steal the night beneath my feet…
Let our emotions break the parenthesis and synopsis,
So you know... I have never left..... from you!...

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