MELTING COLORS
By Vangjel Canga
Copyright 2013-2017 Vangjel Canga
Front cover image:
“Untitled”
Copyright Vangjel Canga
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About this book:
Selected poems from the author's books:
“The Visual Non Visuals”, “Passenger Illusions”, “Modern Poetry” and “The Bouquet of Poems”
(Available as print and ebook versions.)
as well as some other poems.
Also a story from “The Word and the Interpretation”
a collection of short stories and 'thoughts'
For more info about the other (poetry) books:
https://www.facebook.com/TheVisualNonVisuals
https://www.facebook.com/PassengerIllusions
https://www.facebook.com/PoeziModerne
https://www.facebook.com/TheBouquetOfPoems/
Contents
Poems:
Names in time
Engraved in the silence
Coins of time
Shoe romanticism
The Visual Non-Visuals
Colorful musical eyes
As the sunflower
I gave my hand
The slavery of men
Unemployed Week
Modern Poetry
Flower demining
Commander and winner
The Market of Earthenware
The Return
The Bouquet of Poems
The Floral Motif
Short Poems
Stories:
Isn't it absurd
Thoughts
About the author
About this book
Update History
Names in time
I tried to form your name
By combining the sound of cicadas
And those of grasshoppers during summer
But the effort jumped outside of the thorns
And got stuck in a tree
I had forgotten
That once I had recorded your name
In the creases of the trunk
But the wind reminded me of it while playing
The gramophone that I hadn't noticed
The quality had degraded during the years
Influenced by the noise of the leaves
The essence, though, had remained the same
As then, when for the first time
you told me your name
I saw you one day - you were looking for my name
so I decided to come
and write it here
Engraved in the silence
A drop fell on a piece of white cardboard
Then evaporated - and the cardboard remained white
Was it a tear drop - leaving behind the saltness?
Was it a drop of perfume - leaving behind its fragrance?
Or maybe in a hot desert where it hadn't rained for a year
It brought a taste of freshness?
Still a memory remained
Even though the poet's words
Were not written with ink
For sometimes the silence is engraved in the light
And sometimes the words are engraved in that silence
Coins of time
Filling the baskets with coins made of reed
I pay for the game with the water of the flowing river
Fish with astonished open eyes do not understand
That I am fishing the leaves of the trees
The trees or their shadow is the big clock hand?
Is the sun an electronic clock or not?
The marks for hours and minutes are missing -
For every second another leaf in the water
On the mosaic clock of yellow and red leaves
The hands are stuck in the middle of an empty basket
The wind will blow and take all the leaves away
For every second a coin made of reed
Shoe romanticism
Seven knocks on a boot
Opened the door of a lace
"Leave a little space there for me!"
Frozen over the engravings on the shoe
The crystals saw the snow fall
Over the warmth of a sock
The embroidery on it gave the hand to the engravings
So that they could stay together (covered with laces)
In the morning after a winter night...
The Visual Non-Visuals
I will close my eyes to see the non-visuals
And hide with open eyes to confuse those who can see
I will write with paper on a piece of ink
Which the rain will take and write into the clouds
I will close the clouds into another window
I will open the window on another cloud
See the sky through it, let the sun shine through
Close the eyes to the visuals, but not the visuals to eyes
Colorful musical eyes
"Good morning"
I said to the musical eyes
But they looked towards some other place
And I didn't hear their music
In this little crowded place of rhythms
Notes play in colored eyes
Going wherever their interest is
But I didn't see their color
My eyes looked through colored interests
The same things as everybody -
"Good morning" the music said to me
And I looked at it with colored eyes
As the sunflower
If you'd cut the petals of the sunflower
That you have put on the table in your office
Would the distance that they would form
Be as much as the distance of a few meters
Between us, when we get out of the station
Or as much as the distance between the train cars
(we never enter into the same one)
Or as much as the distance between our offices?
When outside it's cloudy and it's raining
Do your sun-colored hair
Make the sunflower
Turn towards you?