Poetry
SELECTED POEMS
I try to catch you, but you slip from my fingers
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Like the salty water of an ocean’s throw
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Photo by Irene Morgan
Nana Tomova's profound delving into the labyrinths of her life experience portray a soul at the confines of both anguish and enlightenment. She invites us, as fellow travellers on her voyage, to discover ever unfolding truths, which are peeling off like damp pages of a precious book, caught in the rainstorm of her questioning existence.
THE MOUNTAIN OPPOSITE ME
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You look at me with your face of stone
Wrinkled crevices overfilling with wisdom;
What you hold I do not know
Yet I know the power you hold over me.
I walk your surface giving thanks for being able to touch your wounds.
I breathe in deeply the pines you have birthed.
I admire the flutter of the butterfly’s wings
The song of the cricket,
The dance of the lizard.
The grace of the deer which revealed itself to me.
Soul does not speak in words
Soul speaks clearly through you.
Photo by Irene Morgan
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