ANCA-MIHAELA BRUMA

ANCA- MIHAELA BRUMA

Elysian Transcendence

Your pastel sunsets incandescently intertwine my velvet dreams,

and my verbs know how to whisper gallantly your prepositions.

I have even learnt to have fluency in your body language,

inhaling your line breaks, structuring the sentence of our Saga…

Staccato notes and runic destines are hovering my peripherals

with cubist twilights, Venusian madness and supernova desires,

passionate crescendos weep in rhapsodic existential reverbs,

dismissing yesterday intangibles…  welcoming today freedoms!

An iridescence craved by seraphim passions and aeonic embraces!

Breathing you… breathing me… in curved celestial impressions

with stellar glimpses of thirty thousand empyreal souls,

mysteries colliding with wonders in shadows of evermore!

This Love! Oh, yes…  this Love! Keeps re-birthing me!

In retro films, silenced streams and harmonic breezes,

out of nothingdom my poem rises up and never ages

steadily reminding you: I was there… before I existed!...

Shades Of A Soul’s Footprints

I have found you…

inside few hypnotized dawns and veils,

within an unfinished aeonian flight gesture,

stunned behind the butterflies’ murmurs,

entrapped by your crimson pulsations,

still… trading the syllables of your Time…

I have removed your savant vertical conjugations

so, a vernal promise come into being between us,

layered you within my lyrical veins and verses,

releasing your mercurial spectrum of emotions.

You are flowing  through me increasingly reinvented,

and your flesh sings now  between your  empyrean dreams,

a new sound of luminescence ricochets my tympanum

and your throbbing rain keeps rumbling at my doorstep.

My euphonic existence is sauntering

along your heart’s lost avenues and ascending pyres

invoking your eternity requiems and serendipities,

serenading an everlasting empirical Samadhi.

I have found you…

between ciphers, sacred silences and cradles of Time,

with your auric horizons and cerulean skies,

living… whilst you have ceased to be!

Shells of heaven and lost codices were deciphered,

heavenly sonnets have been transcribed nonchalantly.

I have removed even your fleeting effigies and dissolutions,

your terracotta tears, renowned your pyres of adulation

so, the parable of my own existence coexist within you.

I arched myself inside your twilight blood,

rejuvenated my own mandalas and ascending hymns,

left my Eternities to become before your Time

so, days and nights may collide in rhymes,

catharsis will be bleeding no more at my ankles’ door

as I depict you with chimerical and prosaic efflorescence.

I have found you…

forgotten on a seraphic wing, transfixed…

ardently burning your orbs, chasms and existential drops.

Harmonious silences, rumbling eternities and somber dreams

have enclosed your zephyr memories at the gate of a Satori.

In this biography of us, you have been the author…

But I am the finisher of our faith…

And I bestow you as a divine anthem

to a cherubic everlastingness…

THE GEOMETRY OF LOVE

Love squared by Love

rounding each edge,

geometrizing each ends

equalizing its alphabets,

circling its triangles.

Infinitesimally surrounding

transitory planes and lanes

within our pyramidal silences,

giving new lines and directions,

intersections of re-constructions

compasses and conjunctures

within rebellious Mathematics

Endless rounded prismatic longings

leaving behind the theory of angles

rising trigonometry of the hearts

forgetting about scientific breaths

inside seven circles oscillating harmonies

Love squared by Love

converting the Word into ART

orbiting among infinite number of points

till can be found just a line between me and you

galactically entangled, universally connected

with simplified distraction, amplified seduction

sometimes equivalent, sometimes equidistant

and the sum of the cosmic Algebra in two hearts.

Love squared by Love

in perpendicular stars and parallel moons

crossing the lines in algorithmic dances

and waves of psychedelic sensations,

kabbalistic stardust hologram inceptions

rhythmic complexities and elastic canvas.

Neither perimeters nor cross-sections,

neither postulates nor heart formula

when I am blue and you are green,

answers not to be based on x-y-z coordinates

or figure-ing out to be even

but ever-being presently present!

Love squared by Love

applied symmetries at Platonic shapes,

an amalgamation of binaries and analogues

sometimes with no common denominators,

no obtuse views but endless Mandelbrotian spirals

where human is able to accept a simple deviation.

Love squared by Love

embracing your concavity into my convex world,

summing up the trigonometry of our cosmic hearts

As LOVE tangles between two dots…

Love!

Not a mundane Geometry!

The Fervor Of Ecstasy

Still longing for the song of your steps

I should have been embracing you

again and again and again

100 000 lives.....

Bathing in a luxurious silence

finding solace between piano pauses,

gathering the essence of a little kiss

and chants of an ineffable beauty

tasting the nectar of your sublimity,

plunged and immersed,

again and again and again....

In this intense subtlety of the beyond

vertigo of verses graces your majesty

and find multiple infinite ways

to LOVE you...

Again and again and again...

An elixir solely for pure hearts!

My inner ambrosia

experiences the balance of your harmony,

the Secret of all secrets,

collapsing within your cosmic gracefulness,

my inner ME...

immersed in YOU!

You spread your divine names

in acrylic letters and intimate dimensions

all your billion cells are as open doors

for my ceaseless adoration....

My truest freedom awaits for me

inside your ecstatic kisses

Transcendental Deliberation

I left you there!...

Between semicolons and dashes,

lost inside the days of future past,

stuck in your grammatical mentality

and lyrical augmentations...

Even when you raised your punctuation

you could not decipher my heart's alphabet...

Your comma kept jumping over my sentence,

my feelings now, are ended in exclamation marks!...

Still...

you can find my Eternity

inside your midnight hour

with hidden notes beneath your skin

and my symmetrical soul

with its scarlet connotations.

I AM the curator of Hearts

and the alchemist of LOVE!

Your punctuation below,

my quotation above!...

Reflective Speculations

Your eyelids lapse thorough my soul,

lashes explode in splashes

penciling the edges of my body!...

Long time ago...

you buried me in achromatic springs,

with smiles dismissed from heartaches.

My shoulders are chiseled

by your prayers...

... and the winter forgot

to reclaim its throne!...

I just count the seconds

touched by your liquefied syllables!

Rhetoric Introspection

I do not know what to regret anymore...

that I cannot reach you through our memories,

that an insane song cannot touch your soul,

or that you reversed yourself on the other side of Life?!...

I watched how spring drained from us

and not even a curved second could see anymore

the Miracle from us!...

Not even my own flying is vertical anymore

and I remained with my wings sealed

running barefoot on the shells of Time

on the look for that plenary Love

which you had promised along a sunset...

You stole the jewels of Time from beneath my eyelids...

just one white night struggled to reach the cloud's temple

and I do not have shores to reach.... anymore...

I just got lost in the morning known by nobody!...

Your Shadow Arose From Me… It Crushed Me!...

Your shadow arose from me… it crushed me!...

Even the butterfly took its flight back…

All the withdrawals hit me on the ground,

And there is no more reason

For what… or to whom…

Your shadow arose from me… it crushed me!...

Inside an unopened dream I extinguished myself

Time!... stroke me abruptly!

For another one hour I could have hold you…

And the whole world to cease within that hour!...

Summers… matter no more

So far the heart is filled with bleached winters…

Your shadow arose from me!... It crushed me!...

Even though your fingers still flow through my blood

and endless nights grow inside an insane eye,

your songs wonder my reverie no more,

the hunger for the morning’s dews stopped,

just… your silences scream spacelessly…

True! Your words do not know

The verb of my flight…

Your steps forgot the crane’s chants

and my heart does not sketch your contour…

Just for you to know:

My world’s edge is beyond your cognition!...

My heartbeats leaked from your hands,

as you forgot the path to yourself!...

Through my Heart!...

She Is Everywhere...

She is everywhere...

in a line of fiction,

reinvented in your mind,

within a dream,

you have not decided yet!

She is everywhere...

like a prescription

of your name changed,

the adverb which modifies

your emptiness...

She is everywhere...

a dance of your shared silences

within a memory transfixed...

She is everywhere...

your words described in squares,

an antidote to the Mundane!...

She is everywhere...

a graffiti reality

behind a chosen horizon,

a flavor of all possibilities...

She is everywhere...

blooming irises

tattooed on your Life Story,

crossing rainbows over

a monochrome Life...

She is everywhere...

verbing your Noun...

A poem flowing

through your skin,

an adagio of Life!...

Togetherness In Solitude

Solitude… A mystery perplexed in veils,

with lost songs of Moons and nightingales.

I surrendered all my solitudes to you,

with grace painted in whites and blacks,

crossing all shadows of the dawns

the stillness of every speech and sound,

with imagined dreams in a committed life.

Your gazes rest upon my high shoulders,

two heartbeats, still sinking in oblivion…

My thoughts are filled with your presence

and utter solitudes shared together…

Solitude… A mystery perplexed in veils

with lost songs of Moons and nightingales.

 ANCA-MIHAELA BRUMA

ANCA-MIHAELA BRUMA strives to continuously challenge and change the world we live in by means of art, and it is by breaking away from old traditions that she invigorates the art world in pursuit of a new emotional intellect. It is central to her own belief that it is her duty to empower, motivate, inspire, educate and heal. The awakening of the latent gifts we all perhaps unknowingly possess is also central to her quest. In an astute and complex combination of art forms, Anca enhances the essence of poetry, bringing it to another level, creating a higher, more esthetic literary culture where creativity and logic abide in harmony. This, she succeeds in doing through the symphonic audio-visualizations which have become her distinctive trademark, where visual is visionary, mystical weds mathematical, and lyrical flirts with musical. Although Anca rebelled against formal education as a child, she could not rebel against the artist that was burgeoning within. From an early age she was able to intuitively perceive transformation in all things, and thus she started to nurture an impulsive desire to be somehow part of this transformation. Later, this urge would lead to her pursuing a rigorous program of independent study which would include literature, philosophy, art, and history. It is her belief that through art she can transform and enhance human consciousness. Anca seeks to  restore poetry to public culture by engaging the imagination of her ‘reader-listeners’ in a way that encourages them to use critical analysis of the experiential, performative, and creative vectors which run through her visual poetry. She endeavors to enrich human consciousness or, at the very least, protect intrinsic values from depredation. Where art would at times seem to create opposition to the natural forces of time and morality, Anca helps us make sense of, even come to terms with the oblivion stretching before us.