Margarita Serafimova
10 MICRO POEMS
Languages ran out.
I have no means left to tell you of us.
The Brief Days
From the tail to the nose, no more than a sigh,
curled up in a ball.
When my voice hesitates on the crossroads
near the edge of tears,
unhearably you take a deep breath.
A New Decade
I know you, fear.
You rear
groundless.
The Love of Dimitris
I became the one I am.
On a Sunday, in the eternal high noon,
waves and wind together were eating time.
They were eating it, but it remained
enough for everyone to live and die in.
The Homeless Oceans
When you and I forget one another,
where will all these oceans go?
Anger against anger, cold against cold.
Empty snow suits of armor
are warring.
The things that I will do,
refined, exquisite,
will change nothing.
A light stone in the air above the grasses.
Тhe secret of life.
You and afternoons.
margarita serafimova
Margarita Serafimova is a Pushcart Prize 2020 nominee and a finalist in nine other U.S. and international poetry contests. Her chapbook, “Surgery of A Star” (Staring Problem Press, CA), is forthcoming in 2020. She has four collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears widely, including at Nashville Review, LIT, Agenda Poetry, Poetry South, London Grip, Waxwing, A-Minor, Trafika Europe, Noble/ Gas, Obra/ Artifact, Great Weather for Media, Origins, Nixes Mate, Writing Disorder, Orbis, Moria. Visit: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.