HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

BLAGA TODOROVA

EDITOR’S NOTE: Continuing our tradition of serving up the arts (they are spiritual expression after all) and as a special treat for Valentine’s Day, we’re grateful to share a wistful, romantic poem by Blaga Todorova. Given her gift of poem, perhaps it is appropriate that she shares her name with the renowned Bulgarian poet and the former president of Bulgaria, Blaga Dimitrova.

Blaga Todorova says she “discovered the power of breathing the words of poetry recently, still trying to define my style and improve the language and the emotions offered to the readers.”  Blogging since September of 2010, she’s quickly gained a loyal and sustained following. Her work has been picked up by several online literary arts magazines.

Though living in Athens, Greece, she was born in Bulgaria and studied engineering at college. Her great loves are poetry, travel, and languages. In addition to her native tongue, Blaga is fluent in Spanish, Greek, and English. She comes late to English (her preferred language for writing), having taught herself by reading an English copy of Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath alongside a Bulgarian copy. Her inspiration is often “the souls of places worth visiting and remembering” and Pablo Neruda who “has left a big mark in my heart. I hope one day to reach the same level of master writing.”  Visit Blaga at BrokenSparkles. J.D.

THE SMILE OF THE MOON AND SOME GREEN EYES

by

Blaga Todorova (BrokenSparkles)

I stared at the moon last night,
her full, silver smile
tickling the shy sky
and I thought,
she must’ve seen you,
somewhere,
walking along Arroyo Seco
or camping,
by Lake Tear of the Clouds;

Your eyes
in green and sparkles,
locking virgins and darkness
in flames, fierce,
and those lips,
musings for the skin;
your hands,
binding sunsets and memories
of a past in oblivion.

Seasons have changed, twice,
from the blooming sour cherries
to the summer rain,
from the lush grapes in vineyards
to the window crystals
carving winter life,
I’ve lost the count on
nonsense and lonely nights,
on loves dying without
honesty and candle lights,
but I still remember
the shade of green in your eyes.

© 2012, photograph and poem, Blaga Todorova, All rights reserved