...of Flowers and Things

 

I wish to write of flowers and things

Beautiful things

Tangible things

Of the world my new eyes capture

Of every sound and every scent

Of that red tulip swelling with the rain

Of the perfect prints

You leave into the soaking earth

Of that fat rain drop

Tracing the bridge of your nose, leisurely

Of its salty iciness on my tongue

I wish to write of colours

Of the white of your teeth

On the red of my lips

Of the blue of the ocean

Gazing back at me

Of the sound of drums

And that new dance

We learned

Just now

I wish to write.

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

While I prefer your rhyming poetry, this poem sums up why we are compelled to write... Do you have any of your Bulgarian poems with English translations?