Bozhidar Pangelov Poet Free verse

The Voices

I collect eyes. Burnt ones.
Of the last summer.
Arms chopped off. 
By a tide of sand.
Reflections of uncollected water. 
You, hunter of flowers…
Oh, wharves! 
Oh, sea goings! 
Winds in the sails of the white ships.
High wings.
The swelter of August swallowed you.

But today it’s September and the oval autumn.
And your voices I hear…

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Carol Sunshine Brown September 21, 2011 at 9:19 AM Congratulations on your win in Brian's contest Bozhidar. Love, Carol

Lori Lucas Mcclure September 19, 2011 at 6:49 AM Congratulations on your placement!!!!!!!===Lori

Sara Kendrick September 17, 2011 at 5:03 PM Congrats on your win..Sara

John Freeman September 17, 2011 at 1:13 PM Bozhidar, Beautiful! Worthy of glory. Congratulations. Agape, Moses

Bob Quigley September 17, 2011 at 10:33 AM Congratulations Bozhidar

Dr.Ram Mehta September 17, 2011 at 9:00 AM Congratulations on the win in the contest of Brian, Bozhidar

Carol Sunshine Brown September 2, 2011 at 9:55 AM A pleasure to read your poetry thismorning Bozhidar. Love, Carol Bozhidar Pangelov September 4, 2011 at 7:22 AM The pleasure is shared. Thank you.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 1, 2011 at 3:50 PM one dynamic piece of poetry Bozidar and a unique presentation with grand expressions of Autumn arriving..luv.. Bozhidar Pangelov September 4, 2011 at 7:21 AM Thanks Linda. Your comments are inspiring. Want a beautiful autumn.