Masterful artist

by Andrada Costoiu

I recently meet a man,
More masterful than Renoir and Matisse.
He said hello one morning,
And then proceeded coloring my world:
He washed the city’s gray away,
Painted my sky bluer,
The stars bigger, like bits of magic strewn across heaven,
White and black became red, purple and yellow, the colors of love.

He also played music,
The strings of his guitar sounded like Jimmy Page,
When he professed his love to me at home,
And also on the stage. 

It felt so good,
I wanted this to last,
To play my part in it at once,
Was what I felt and it was I must!

I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, 
To cook him his favorite dish, spaghetti, 
To bring him every morning a crunchy juice,
Full of vitamins for his body to use. 

We were blissful and everything was grand,
Until one night when our blissful situation just got out of hand.

In wholly ingratiated state,
My lovely man passed out face down on his plate,
From drinking a bit more,
And eating cold nachos from the day before.

Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing,
But then from the kitchen, his phone started to ring.
I went to answer and found out,
That my man had a woman lined up for a “workout”!

Flummoxed and weeping I searched my man’s inbox,
And discovered that his true name was: Swiper da Fox!
His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast,
It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!

My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure,
I confronted da fox and asked for full disclosure.
With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat,
He kept denying everything, unable to admit.

I then packed the fox’s clothes and told him that is over,
I wished him a nice day and smiled at his hangover. 

Note: my mission today was to make you smile. I hope you did by reading this poem : ). 

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© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2019 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

“I still ask for two glasses” , on Free Verse Revolution

I started the journey of seriously writing not so long ago, but I know I had it in me for a long time. In middle school I had literature professor that I will never forget. He never gave high marks and he will always get upset when we made grammatical mistakes. I was his favorite student. Back then, I did not understand why. I was so young and just a rebellious kid, in a communist country that did not encourage creativity and free thinking. At times, I got punished for voicing my mind. One a teacher put me in front of the blackboard and asked me to fill it with a communist slogan. I took the chalk and I wrote what he asked me. I had to write that slogan 53 times, while the whole class was watching. I was in 8th grade. But the literature teacher rewarded me with high marks, because he appreciated my writing, not infested with communist thinking and such.

This is just a parenthesis, to introduce a blog that was so gracious to feature one of my poems, a poem that you have seen here before and that is also part of my new poetry book. The reason I brought this story up is because the theme for this month for Free Verse Revolution is “After Life”. The first thing that comes in mind when we think about After Life is…..what happens after we die. But, there are so many different After Lives, aren’t they? One is the example above: my life after escaping communism. I have a novel coming up, it is written but I am knocking on agents and publishing houses’ doors. Another kind of After Life is you, me, us, after a significant relationship has ended. My poem is about that.

You can read it at Free Verse Revolution if you click here. If you are a poet, I encourage you to submit some of your poetry to this blog, as I think it is a wonderful way of sharing our work.

I still ask for two glasses

by Andrada Costoiu

I planned to forget, 
But when you truly love someone,
It never leaves you.

I hoped that the rains would wash me into a river,
So I will learn to flow like water,
Shapeless, formless,
Until I’ll reach a shore
Where memories cannot travel.

It has been months since it happened,
We fought for our hearts,
But the distance swallowed us whole,
And spit us out onto different paths.

And so here I sit,
near the piano,
still asking for two glasses
For the ghosts of you and I.

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© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2019 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

The piano girl

by Andrada Costoiu

Image by Tanya Sushidko

The room is alive.
Delicate-face socialites,
A jumble of silk dresses and tailored suits,
All full of stories behind their glittered masks,
Are trying to piece together their histories of tomorrow.

Some laughing loudly, 
Brushing their hopeful shoulders,
In ephemeral encounters,
With chances of sentimental returns. 

A lit cigarette smoldering in the ashtray,
Sends smoke over his table.
“What will his story become now?” he wondered,
While sipping from his glass of blonde whiskey,
Same as the color of her hair.

Her eyes, her skin, her glow,
Naivete and passion,
Dance through her fingers.

The piano girl….
Unbidden feelings shut his mouth and open his heart.

The piano girl,
Is an enigma, igniting a desire that no soul can animate on its own,
In a room filled
…….with ephemeral encounters. 

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2019 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content

My new first book is out on Amazon, free on Kindle Select today and tomorrow. If you can, please read & leave a review. Thank you !

Meet me in New York City

by Andrada Costoiu

Crowded streets,
Like narrow hiking trails full of wild and hopeful hearts,
As mine.

I walk,
Between tall buildings,
Their walls are creaking with secrets,
Of lives of yesterday and tomorrow.

Narcissist digital screens are showing perfect bodies, 
I stumble in front of one and smile,
The pixels have formed into Aladdin’s lamp,
Which promises to fulfill three wishes.

My fingers are tracing your imaginary silhouette,
And I make three wishes:
I wish that you will pack your bags,
Book a flight, and think of the words you never said.
I wish that you would come,
Wrap your arms around me 
And silence all the ‘what ifs,’ and the ‘could bes.’ 
I wish that you would meet me in New York, my love.

I smile and leave,
On crowded streets,
Like narrow hiking trails full of wild and hopeful hearts,
As mine.

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2019 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content

My poetry collection “Love poems: insights into the mystery of love”

by Andrada Costoiu

I don’t know how you all feel today, but I will for sure remember it. I have had a lot of publications, in various venues, literary journals and books with political subjects, but never an independent book. Today my first collection of poems came out, both in paperback and kindle edition. I don’t know how to describe the wide range of emotions that I am feeling. How did you feel when your first book was out? 

It would be really nice if you would buy my book and write a review, but that’s only if you can, and also if you feel it in your heart. I’m always thankful to you for reading my work and for sharing yours!

The link where you can buy my book is : Buy my book here