My poem “Canvas” on Free Verse Revolution

by Andrada Costoiu

 The theme for this month for Free Verse Revolution is “Reflections”. Reflections could mean anything, from reflections in the mirror, water….to anything that you think it could be related with reflections.

For me, it was …the following poem.

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.

Canvas

by Andrada Costoiu

A house with white walls
And spell-binding shades,
A place of eternal youth,
Where love slips through the windows’ cracks
And warms the quiet air of night.

The door is open,
Tracks of mud from the garden,
Lead the way to a green tree,
The place of original sin.

We ate its apples to the core
And now it’s budding white blossoms,
The color of our dreams.

The blue night sky is meditating in silence,
You catch a falling star and keep it in your pocket,
Its bright and yellow light caresses your face and mine.

I lay my head on your chest
And trace with my fingers the vowels of love.

My paint coated fingers are trembling.
White, green, and blue,
Touches of tints and tones,
Reflect the shape of my thoughts on the canvas.

It was early this summer when I lost you,
I ran my fingers against the coffin’s glass
That locked you in…

My painted coated fingers are trembling.
White, green, and blue,
Touches of tints and tones,
Reflect the colors of my eternity with you. 

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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.

Whatever we call beauty

by Andrada Costoiu

Mirrors that slim down,
That show no wrinkles,
Expensive clothes, 
The perfect bodies,
The perfect abs,
The perfect color of your skin…..

“The perfect” floats everywhere
And is a salient feature of our social story.

Since the earliest days,
Scores of media pundits 
Have created illusions
And broke our minds into thinking 
That their illusions are true.

We all clap together,
At whatever they call beauty,
Across time and space….
Meanwhile, liters of hot tears,
Fall from the eyes of those who do not fit.

Whatever we call beauty?

Have we forgotten 
To shine the magic lanterns into who we really are?
Have we forgotten,
To think in hearts and not in images?

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The bogyman is difference,
Sustaining that sinister, yet profound insight 
Into the cleavages of our societies.
Not everyone can feel everyone’s pain,
But has numbness been accepted and embraced?

Whatever we call beauty?

Have we forgotten pain?
Have we forgoten
Our very first heartbreaks,
And how that made our world feel cold and frightening?

Whatever we call beauty?
Whatever you call beauty?

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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.

Pshyche’s forge

by Andrada Costoiu

I travel back to the beginning.
Sparks are flying,
I watch as she reaches to desires, hopes and dreams
And puts them all together in a bundle 
For a tomorrow that has yet to exist.

She now works at the edges and prepares to step off.

My palms cover my face that has yet to be born,
For I already know 
that it will all come to invade
My bones,
My skin, 
My mind.

Covered in gods’ dust she’s working on the souls’ forge,
Creating one for me.
Psyche! You were also born mortal!
What are you doing?! Make me right!
I want to yell, give me strength!
But she doesn’t hear me,
And instead she pours more passion.

Or maybe she did hear me as turns to me and smiles.
She whispers: “all is well with your soul
Best of souls have passion
This is what makes them the bravest and the strongest.”

I frown, 
Not knowing yet the wisdom
In what a thought to be one of her foolish mistakes.
I frown, 
Not knowing that without passion
Muttered curses and love songs would all sound the same.

I took what she gave me,
And went to discover the unknown.

I travel back to the beginning.
Sparks are flying,
Covered in gods’ dust Psyche is working on the souls’ forge.
Memories of the day before the beginning are running through my veins,
She turns to me,
I smile and thank her for making me burn,
For making me feel,
For making me whole.

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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.

 

Mayflies

by Andrada Costoiu

A mayfly rests on a flower,
Waving its tiny wings,
In the air that smells of summer.
Does she know that she only has 24 hours
To create her past and her future? 

My eyes are wide open,
Watching this life,
In the early morning hours.

Fresh tears created by the battles in my heart,
Are running down my cheeks. 

Between ideals and illusions,
I decorated our love “time unsuitable”
And walked the opposite way.

Eros became speechless,
And stared me in the face.
In the spirit of goodwill, 
I explained to him that modern civilization
Allows lovers to say: “we’re right for each other, but just not right now.”

Eros swayed back but I think he genuinely forgave me,
And turning around,
He whispered over his shoulder
“Ah, the unreality of time!”

I didn’t understand what he meant then
But I do now.

My eyes are wide open,
Watching the mayfly,
In the early morning hours.
How much time does she have,
To create her past and her future? 

Born of a goddess, Eros knew,
That the wheel spins the same for mayflies and for humans.
Love now…..
Live now……
Ah, the reality of time…..!

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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 shadows

by Andrada Costoiu

The shadows have risen.
What do the shadows do? What is their story?
They’re lying in wait,
To hide the abysmal feelings of possession,
That prickle your skin and hitch your breath,
Of only you and only me.

The marble moon doesn’t fuss 
To slam the door open. 
The smell of desire,
Carries its mist into my soul,
And I, incoherent and stunned,
Follow you.

12o’clock, the old violin of time,
Marks the time before your kiss.
My name is Whisper,
Closing your eyes you hear me every night,
Word upon murmured word…..

Love….
We turn our faces and then bow to belonging,
The shadows,
Forever the weavers 
………. of you and me.

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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.

Please master

by Andrada Costoiu

Photo: Image by Helen Marten, for Visual Verse

Visual Verse is an anthology of art, poetry, short fiction and non-fiction. You can find more information about it here Visual Verse . Each month published or unpublished authors are asked to write something, within an hour, inspired by an image. The image for this month was the one above. And here is a poem I wrote about it( it hasn’t been published at their website and I don’t know if it will be chosen to be part of their anthology, but to me, is the experience that counts) :

Please master

by Andrada Costoiu

We come from the place 
Where the air and the water make home,
Where thundering hearts smile at each other
And paint Valentines red.

On our perfect orb,
We roam through space
And lie in the meadows of the Sun and the Moon.

It looks a lot like freedom
But here beasts roam free,
Their waggling tongues are licking our place of its warmth and its beauty,
While their tails blow boundless seas of wild dust,
Entombing our sky. 
Our lungs are filled with smog,
We lost sight of our reflection,
And dust is catching in our dry, voiceless throats. 

Weakened we come to you, weakened but hopeful.
Please master, tame them with your hands
And quench their thirst.
Please master, make our world the way it used to be,
And let forests grow,
The oceans thrive,
And season after season,
We would feel again, 
The nature’s beauty and its perfect harmony.  

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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.


Remember

by Andrada Costoiu

Crying, 
The tears of your eyes fall in the ashes,
Scattered on the streets.
Your thoughts don’t stand tall, 
But crumble with the buildings,
Down on the ground beneath your feet.

You join the other countless voices screaming, 
And feel inside you fear carving the walls of your skin.

A man looks from a window and then he looks at you,
He put his jacket on to keep him warm in his trip to eternity.
You want to fly every time you take a step 
And grab the arms that rise from dust and broken glasses,
But you cannot, you cannot help them.

It smells like it’s never going to stop raining with pain,
It smells of heartbreak and no tomorrows,
It smells of burning candles at the funeral of hope.

Not a word said,
You’re crying for the lost,
You’re crying because you don’t know what eternity looks like.

All the wrongs of the past time bombard your eyes,
What has life become?
Is it too late to change it?

You bang your skinned knuckles 
At the door of the future
And vow to go on a scavenger hunt
All over the world,
To find prayers, good deeds,
And promises that stories like this will never repeat.

Note: Today is 9/11 and I remember it. I remember the faces, the terror, and everything that came with it. I will never forget. But that it is not the only thing that I will never forget. Although I only seen them in movies, like Schindler’s list, or read them in books like “Hiding in the Spotlight”,  I will never forget the stories of the Jewish people whose spirts were lost during the Holocaust. The same, I will never forget the faces and stories of Syrian kids, and the ones of their parents, that were war refugees in Jordan. I took some interviews, and these were firsthand, heartbreaking stories. I kneel in front of their pain and wish that we will never repeat the mistakes of the past.
I am sure that each of us have our experiences. I am sure that each of us have memories that have shattered our hearts. But I think we should do our best to bring light into this world, the way we can. I think each of us contribute, in small or big ways, to spread love and not hatred, to spread acceptance and kindness. 

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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.

Unrequited love

by Andrada Costoiu

I walk on paths
Among the crowds of souls touring this world.

Blinded by dreams of you,
I fell into the poets’ hell,
Where the opacity of night is brighter than the light of day.
Bathing in flames, 
I pound my fists against the wall of your indifference,
Can’t you hear me?

Love cannot be tamed,
My passion rules and I obey,
Don’t let me live
Into a world of heart break without time.

Forever hopeful, I knock,
A thousand aching fissures have appeared on your glacier,
I wait….
Swaddled in butterflies,
For a rift to appear,
And you to emerge…..

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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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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. 

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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 !