Rhetoric Introspection

Rhetoric Introspection short poem

Uploaded by Anca Mihaela Bruma


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!…

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About the Author Anca Mihaela BrumaThe author Anca Mihaela Bruma labels her own writings as being “sensually mystique” or “mystically sensual”, a tool and path for women to claim their own inner feminine powers.Through her writings she overpass what seems to be the limitations of the human but emphasizing the essence of the woman, of the Goddess. The main theme, Love, is basically presented as a transformative experience in life, the energyzing force in the universe and empowering the creative feminine.When she writes she sees it like a painting in front of her eyes, using lots of symbolism and allegory in order to apprehend the infinite intelligence, catching the reflections of truth with a strong mystic sense of infinity, of the boundless, of the opening out of the world of our normal finite expressions into the transcendental. Like an “architect” of a language she “builds” a language within a language, a universe within another universe, using vivid imagery, sometimes surreal, giving to her poetry a transcending feeling.Her writings are more kind of a spiritual autobiography, depicting a reality behind all forms, with no space and time, a quantum view of existence. Right now, she sees the writings as a form of being present inside the language, a paradigm of living which is encoded in the message itself, like a poetic consciousness with a spherical view of things, life, and love. It is more related with the realization of the greater self, beyond the mundane and well known laws of the society, as an expression of both the rational and the intuitive, in a concise form of poetry, increasing the awareness with new meanings expanded.
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Consummate skill in manipulation of words. Wonderful imagery.

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