Poems of Dr. HC Rozalia Aleksandrova (Bulgeria)

Dr. HC Rozalia Aleksandrova lives in Plovdiv, Bulgaria..Author of 12 poetry books. Editor and compiler of over 40 literary almanacs, collections and anthologies She is a member of the Union of Bulgarian Writers and a member of the Board of Directors “ATUNIS” Galaxy Poetry. In March 2006 she created a poetic-intellectual association "Quantum and Friends" for the promotion of quantum poetry in civil society, Plovdiv and Bulgarian phenomenon. Founder  and President of the International Festival of Poetry SPIRITUALITY WITHOUT BORDERS from 2015.
 
NECKLACES OF CLOUDS
 
are arriving
My soul is quiet.
And silvery.
I spread feelings.
And omens.
And a wind in love
clears exiting thoughts.
We are now
in the gentle suddenness
of the flight.
And every moment
is a borrowed verse.
The endless life
is
a shout
of boundlessness.
From the star counters,
stepped into paradise.
 
 
 
 
 
AT HOME
 
Death
will come.
But it is
early
to play
the angelic
march.
The Heart that dared to change
will survive. In cold. And falseness.
The Heart.
The Time
of God
redeems
its earthly
quota.
And every moment
a fire
is born.
The Hour
of meaning
has matured.
 
 
 
BULGARIA!
 
Extremely blind greatness.
And wise sweat
on the Bulgarian brow.
To be we with you?
And to love you,
Bulgaria!
You're mother to the grave.
For a future.
Coded by the wind.
You choose meaning.
And headway.
Bulgaria!
And you're mother. And nobody's.
And again the only one. Without a grave.
Ancient Homeland!
And contemporary.
With the fate of cosmic loneliness.
The Atlanteans sank in time.
Bulgaria is their daughter.
And every sound overflows truths.
From the palm streams a river.
Bulgaria!
You're mother. The only one.
The Lion wakes up with God's Hand.
 
 
 
 
 
RESURRECTION
 
The heart fights against time.
Exquisite facade with cavities.
It is oppressed by the shadows of the tribe.
Totems, stars. And Gorgons.
 
Alone against the wind, powerless
to crush nests and hopes.
And a bird hides in its eye
memories in verse. And trust.
 
It flaps its wings during flight.
And a bell from heaven cries.
It was a heart of hopes.
And it will rise again from the darkness.
 
©Dr Honoris Causa Rozalia Aleksandrova, Bulgaria