Monday, 5 February 2024

Five Poems by Petrouchka Alexieva

 



Aurora’s Cosmic Ballet

 

In these frosty Northern nights,

a dancing galactic palette

splashes huge rainbow weaves

in the sky with million swirling lights.

They never repeat their steps

in rhythmic joyful vibrations.

 

Weaves turn into celestial flames

that touch the icy tips

of the Arctic napping trees.

The mirrors of frozen lakes

reflects the magical beauty

of their brilliant cosmic ballet.


 

In a Rescue Team


I was in various sports. Everybody will say

“The biggest rewards

Are the Olympic gold and the big silverware”.

 

Once I’ve won them all – Fame, trophies and medals.

I even became a judge in winter sports.

I have some in my shelf and I care,

But I’ve chose the extreme I’ve got to the rescue team.

 

Climbing high in the mountains in whole heavy gear,

Where even oxygen starts to disappear

Where the rocky walls Shine in a frozen waterfall.

 

My crampons pierce ice and rocks;

And the axe in my hand is strong. I tied harden ropes;

Around the people who fall down the slopes.

 

I handle the burning cold, strong winter blizzards

And sharp frozen rains on my face. I do not give up.

I just hope that somebody is still alive

To lift him up with the aircraft.

 

My precious reward after all is the very first kiss

Of the new-season's breeze!

But the biggest Olympic gold is the smile

Of someone who survived.

 

 

White Owl in Winter Mid-Night

 

Full moon. Celestial silence.

In this frosty night,

the large silver coin shines

in the magical mid-night sky.

The stars shimmer in their galactic dance.

 

Crispy-white owl sits

on the log of an old fallen tree.

Through his wizard eyes I see

the spirits of my ancestral tribe.

My heart rings its bell nine times.

 

In this magnificent winter night

calling white owl is my mysterious guide.

I gather from him my wisdom,

power and strength.

Nine silver bells sing their song.

Covered only with a thin veil

of full-moon light,

I look up through his eyes.

I cast spells for fortune and love.

I chant and I chant...

 

Time stops in the moment

of beginning and end at once.

It’s mid-night. The super full moon

Showers her blessings from above.


 

Salvage of Broken Heart

 

I was on my way to go home today

when I found in the park

seven red roses left

on the winter bench

covered with snow.

 

I did not want them to freeze.

It seems

that somebody’s heart was broken,

but what the gentle blossoms

did wrong? This is very unfair!

 

Love is not fair! Life is not fair!

Yes, I know…That’s why 

I salvaged the pieces of somebody’s love.

I salvage the pieces of somebody’s

broken heart.


 

Seven Roses on the Bench

 

This winter snow is almost gone

dripping icicles are singing spring songs

of new hope

 

Sun is brighter in today’s morning.

In the park, I’m walking slowly.

It’s my routine.

 

Placed over the snow,

I found seven roses on the bench,

freshly cut, spreading aroma and still alive.

 

Seven roses – intense velvety red ones with long stems;

I only could guess…I feel it…

Ooh, no, no, no – they were not lost.

 

Somebody’s heart just broke.

Somebody’s heart was burnt like seven painful flames.

Somebody’s heart lost its beat.

 

I wish I could heal it.

I wish I could glue these seven shuttered pieces;

or maybe to stitch this heart a little bit.

 

I picked up them all seven…gently.

Saved them from cold, saved them from thirst.

Seven roses, one broken heart and a whole universe.

 

Who would’ve though...

Ooh, no, no, no…They were not lost.

Ooh, no, no, no…They are not going to turn into frost.




Petrouchka Alexieva - “You must face life obstacles with strength and dedication, but healthy dosage of humor is the best weapon to survive” (P. Alexieva)

Ms. Alexieva is known as a well-developed LOVE poetry and a feminist writer, a guest-lecturer, academic mentor, key note speaker, TV talent and a highly recognized scholar. She is a Cum Laude graduate at CSULA (2009) and “All American Scholar Award“recipient (2008). She is a life-time member of four distinguished scholar societies. Ms. Alexieva’s poems appeared every Wednesday on ”Daheli Live!”  TV show. Ms. Alexieva speaks 8+ languages. Her literary, scholarly and photo-documentary works are highlighted in anthologies, newspapers, opening ceremonies and numerous open mics in USA, Australia, Hungary, Romania, Transylvania, Bulgaria. Her writings include topics on ethnic cultures, ethnomusicology, and Japanese Tanka, as well. They relate to women in traditional perspective, gender identity and contemporary feminism. She worked tirelessly with gifted and talented children in ICAF, NASA, Visa Olympics, etc.

For her outstanding life-long honorary 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 awarded with honourable certificates, as well.


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