{"id":3323,"date":"2022-01-23T19:45:37","date_gmt":"2022-01-23T19:45:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=2382"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:22:37","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:22:37","slug":"poems-by-dessy-tsvetkova-bulgaria","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/poems-by-dessy-tsvetkova-bulgaria\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Dessy Tsvetkova, Bulgaria"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>My name is Dessy Tsvetkova, I am Bulgarian, living and working in Belgium. I love to write since childhood, in Bulgarian and in English. I am christian orthodox.<\/div>\n<div>I am member of Flemish Party for Poetry.<\/div>\n<div>Have published 4 books with poetry in Bulgarian, 1 book with poetry, written in English, and I have made an Anthology with translated Bulgarian prose and poetry into English, where I participate also as 1 of the authors and translators.<\/div>\n<div>My inspiration comes from nature, sea, human relations. Whatever I write about, there is always an optimistic emphasis at the end of the text<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>To S.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>He had a light shadow.<\/div>\n<div>His figure was holding on<\/div>\n<div>on a straight shovel.<\/div>\n<div>When he was walking,<\/div>\n<div>among the beds the weeds disappeared.<\/div>\n<div>The wind was always his way.<\/div>\n<div>Birds ate from his palms &#8230;<\/div>\n<div>As soon as he smiled<\/div>\n<div>to someone<\/div>\n<div>they stopped to look at him &#8230;<\/div>\n<div>A real miracle,<\/div>\n<div>every time,<\/div>\n<div>when<\/div>\n<div>its direction<\/div>\n<div>led to my door.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Dessy Tsvetkova<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>11.01.22<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>God&#8217;s finger<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Some time ago<\/div>\n<div>he was standing<\/div>\n<div>alone<\/div>\n<div>in the beginning<\/div>\n<div>on the path.<\/div>\n<div>With flowers in his hands.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Waiting for almost an hour.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Then<\/div>\n<div>with slow steps<\/div>\n<div>he walked down the aisle.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>He gave the flowers<\/div>\n<div>to the first<\/div>\n<div>woman he met.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>She took them up and smiled.<\/div>\n<div>Today is their wedding.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Dessy Tsvetkova<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>01.01.2022<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>The Moon of wishes<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The night of Orange moon,<\/div>\n<div>when stars are also orange,<\/div>\n<div>and wind is quiet tune,<\/div>\n<div>all dreams go out of storage.<\/div>\n<div>I sit on balcony with mint tea<\/div>\n<div>and I am waiting for my dream.<\/div>\n<div>The moon face is looking at me<\/div>\n<div>and hears my wish in the air stream.<\/div>\n<div>This night is full of melodies.<\/div>\n<div>The orange glow is mild.<\/div>\n<div>The moon is orange melon.<\/div>\n<div>I know, my wish will light!<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Dessy Tsvetkova<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>The port of wishes<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The ship loaded with old forgotten wishes<\/div>\n<div>sails in the ocean of the time.<\/div>\n<div>It passes through imaginary fishes,<\/div>\n<div>through corals of initial prime.<\/div>\n<div>The unkempt promises are in the hold,<\/div>\n<div>the dreams of childhood float as clouds,<\/div>\n<div>all the ideas, never realised, they float,<\/div>\n<div>on the board of the ship abound.<\/div>\n<div>Desires that was put in back yard,<\/div>\n<div>the ship carries all this and never stops.<\/div>\n<div>It may reach some landy shore in part,<\/div>\n<div>if only adults start to see again their dream drops.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Dessy Tsvetkova<\/div>\n<div>copy rights reserved<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>We&#8217;ve met<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I walk on the flame of love,<\/div>\n<div>I wave like the feather of lark<\/div>\n<div>dancing with the autumn leaves above<\/div>\n<div>in starry midnight dark.<\/div>\n<div>You charm me as a lighthouse,<\/div>\n<div>as a cricket song before the full moon.<\/div>\n<div>The moment is so promising, so long,<\/div>\n<div>as culmination of the fusion, a junction and bloom.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Dessy Tsvetkova<\/div>\n<div>copy rights reserved<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My name is Dessy Tsvetkova, I am Bulgarian, living and working in Belgium. 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