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POETRY AWARDS AND FINALISTS
 

Silver Bells

Leaky gray stone bite

White lilac love

A diary page

Wild plum

Seccond prize winner at

ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME
for May/June, 2007

Silver bells

I am sending you
a box made of rainbow's light
shaped after my heart
and inside you will find dried freesia flowers,
a barefoot gypsy girl
with silver bells around her ankles,
a piece of silk cloth, of flowery design
(to dress her, or maybe not),
a pebble from the crystal pond
and one blade of grass from its shore.
A tambourine for merry music,
and my voice to sing to you.
My palms to feed you honey and wine,
fresh baked bread and pieces of cheese,
one apple and two oranges.
Red lipstick to write a poem for you on the cloud,
my kiss scenting of mint,
butterflies to build you a waterfall of love,
a garden full of pansies and lilacs,
violets and wild strawberries,
necklaces of dew
and a dove with her soft amorous coo.
And a lock of my hair,
tied with our dreams.
 

The Creative Writer

Leaky gray stone bite

I saw it on the shore
washed
and kissed by the silvery
illuminated clouds,
fed with salt,
silent
and always hungry for much more...

Like an open mouth, it was
a leak, on its surface,
and water dripped out -
Cold night, soup of life.

My feet hurt with its bite,
blood, absorbed and gone
deep, cold pierced surface,
with water elusive whisper
and wind’s high, laughing scream.
Then I add just one
lonesome, unfaithful tear.

Nothing was there in the night,
people had gone
but I wasn't alone.
Ocean was mine
I had my own scare,
I had my own leaky gray stone.

With calm dawn and lights
it becomes
a book of time.
 

Finalist 2006-2007
9th. International Poetry Competition

4. place at Preditors&Editors pool - 2007 -
    category Poem
5. place at Preditors&Editors pool - 2007 -
    category Poet

Finalist 2007-2008
10th. International Poetry Competition

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A diary page

Window.
Wooden wings
keeping the grey sky
framed within square patches of wet glass.
Evening.
The silence following the rain
brings me the smell of salt
and whispering sea voices
with a first star's light.
Eyes.
At the edge of view
I saw you sitting,
then your feet moving on the red carpet.
With you
I rolled under the blanket.

Finalist 2008
11th. International Poetry Competition

Wild plum

When the mind drifts
to trace
the wild plum blossom’s scent
and thoughts ramble
between wild
never severed branches
I come
with the sweet springtime air
to set on your palm
white petals
and promised kisses
with the sweetness
of ripe indigo fruit.
 

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