FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: CITY LIVING Send up to three poems on the subject of or just using either the words city and/or living totaling up to 150 lines in length in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on February 16th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: City Living will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, February 17th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Petrouchka Alexieva

In This Floating Mega City

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In this intergalactic mega city,

that floats through another Milky Way,

I found my way to see the hundreds of planets

and stars passing by on my holographic display.

 

I see them like human species. Each one

has a heart pulsing inside of their core.

Each one has a beautiful body

twirling and dancing in galactic waltz.

 

Some planets cover their faces

with mistic vails of floating clouds

and enjoy the kisses of its cosmic rain.

Others attract spinning meteorites in delight;

 

burst happy volcanoes and ash in love

with their moons. Planets greet

fancy comets that pass them by,

say “hello” and whisper “good bye”.

 

They cover with cape of galactic dust

dry veins of rivers that used to run in the past;

they cure hundreds of wounds of hitting compacts.

They know how to heal by spinning the time.

 

Like humans, they tango in pairs. They clash,

make allies of mystical galaxies and majestic clusters.

In their nebula-built neighborhoods

they share events and handle all galactic disasters.

 

Stars have spectacular birthdays and one day,

they die, just like us... But for now, in this stellar mega city

floating through another Milky Way,

I enjoy their magnificent intergalactic display.




The Train of Love

“Every train has its own passengers”

 – Bulgarian proverb

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Swallow your tears, girl.

I will wipe out one,

you swallow the rest.

Don’t cry. Get up!

Tears give wrinkles and shadows;

and darken the face.

 

Don’t cry. Your train

to the City of Love

haven’t arrived yet.

You are too early on this station.

So, wait. The weather will change,

the sun will be bright,

all wagons will shine.

 

The trip will be so cushy and sweet;

thus, you can sleep in the palms

of your significant one

who will make you laugh.

Your real-life trip

will be full of love, real love

that will put smile on your face

and grow butterfly wings

on your heart.

-        All the way to the last destination.

 

I know, with time,

we all will wrinkle a bit, get droopy chicks

and maybe we’ll have not the same smile.

Oh, never mind! Never mind!   

You are so young!

Your happy train Your train

to the City of Love will arrive.

 

See, you already smile.

That means, the true love

is somewhere nearby

looking for you.

Don’t cry, pretty girl...Just smile!

 

 

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