By Petrouchka Alexieva
Castle on the Shore
Building a castle together Every summer on the shore. Now, we are adults With two kinds – a son and a daughter, Having a home on the beach.
It is Monday
I am happy to start on Monday - Very new and passionate me - With new pulse and new hopes in my pocket. I have one for each day of the week. I am light and very much innocent, Thinking fresh and having new visions. I’m releasing my confusing decisions; So, I can fly free. Writing the first line of new poem, First note of a song, Painting first stroke of hue From my blissful palette in the morning. It is Monday and I am falling in love With everything NEW. Oh, and my first coffee, too.
It is Wednesday
It is Wednesday I’m in a hurry to be there In the same intersection Of “Heart Boulevard” and “Love Street” At number13. The weather is beautiful, The sunshine may vary, But my love is always pristine. I keep my deep little secret In a heart of a blossom Where all my beautiful feelings Are waiting for you. Isn’t it awesome?
Cosmic Silence of Love
The cosmos is silent, The stars shimmer behind The floating silver clouds. The autumn stopped counting her fallen leaves. The early winter is coming Bringing chills in the dark. The full Frost Moon is busy charging Precious stones and ancient sigils That are carved on the face of the earth. I gather her celestial dust In my palms and amass All blessings of this mystical Universe. I am chanting to all silent nebulas above. Tonight, I’m a tiny part Of this cosmic silence of LOVE.
Sigils of Love
My heart is a burning candle Lighting the path to the stars. The flame chase away the shadows Of darkness that divides us a part. My heart is a burning candle With a name engraved. It’s yours. The runes carved in sigils draw The diving moon full of love. My heart is anointed with petals Of red roses and lavender scent; My pulse’ rhythm echoes The song of a midnight harp.
Breathless - When sow you for the first time On the bus stop. Silly me, I know. Breathless every time You’ve walked towards me On the street. Breathless, losing my feet Losing my mind. Silly me, I know. Breathless In all these nights With desire and passion. I tried to win your heart. Poor me, I know. Brainless When I cheated on you Waked up in the morning Not reckoning the night. Stupid me, I know. Now, I am breathless Seeing you saying “I do” To someone else, Somebody new in your life. Too late, I know, But what can I do?
The Songs of the Pottery Wheel
Life is a pottery wheel. Its clay Gets every day new shape, New consistency. Clay molds when The wheel of time spins. Clay changes colors When life’s seasons Put their drops of hues In our souls. The rainbow’s palette Of feelings Shimmers with joy In the sky of love. Clay gathers tears of sorrows When some dark clouds Gather and crawl from above. They wet and soften Its pillows, But the pottery wheel Still spins and sings Its songs of life.
Touch Me Only With a Flower
Touch me only with a flower – Slowly and gently with love. When I am losing my feminine power show me the path to your heart. When the sun glimpse over my hair I am still there crying from joy, Collect my tears in magnolia petal And drink them all. Slowly and gently I’ll disappear in the cool morning mist. So, touch me only with a flower, My Dear And…stop the time! Don’t miss!
Miss Petrouchka Alexieva is a well-known as a feminist and a LOVE poet, distinguished scholar and TV persona. She is a Cum Laude graduate at CSULA (2009) and “All American Scholar Award“recipient (2008). Speaking 8+ languages, her literary and scholarly works, photo-documentaries were highlighted in varieties of venues, on ”Daheli Live!” TV show, opening ceremonies and numerous open mics. For her outstanding life-long achievements, Ms. Alexieva’s name was included two times among the most distinguished Earth’s citizens list of NASA’s Mars Exploration Rover (2003) capsule and Science Laboratory Rover (2011) list, for which she has been
awarded with honorable certificates.