Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Stoianka Boianova, (Bulgaria) Physicist. Listed in “Guinness World Records” for HYPERPOEM, included in Know Her Words, PEN International Women Writers Committee Initiative to celebrate the best women’s writing from around the world. She is the author of eleven books in the genres of poetry and fiction in Bulgaria. Co-author with Minko Tanev (her husband and partner in literature) of four bilingual books in English and Bulgarian published upon the invitation of Cyberwit.net, India and a book of poetry from Independently published, India. She has participated in more than 100 world anthologies with poetry, gogyoshi and haiku, and has publications in 28 countries.
Awards: “Best Author European Community”, the International Poetry Competition “Ossi Di Seppia” 2024, Italy; Grand Premio International Poetry Prize “Ossi di Seppia” Italy, 2023; Chinese International Zhengxin Poet Award, China, 2022; Silver Award for World Gogyoshi, 2022; “First World Poetry Competition of Newspapers and Televisions” 2020, China; Prize Suryodaya Literary Excellence Award, India; LIBRE Global Poetry Prize and PREMIO PACIFISTA GLOBAL, POETAS INTERGALACTICOS, Ecuador; Silver Award for World Gogyoshi, 2022; In the list of the top 100 European most creative haiku authors. Haiku awards and honors in Poland, Japan, India, Croatia, France, and Bulgaria. Certificate of honor for contribution to modern Bulgarian literature, 2019. Honorary Poet of Birland State, Africa, depicted on a special postage stamp. International Peace Ambassador, The Daily Global Nation, Dhaka, Bangladesh. Member of many international organizations and of the Global Honorary Council, the Federation of WORLD CULTURAL & ART SOCIETY, Singapore.
IN THE VALLEY OF THE ROSES
Here the roses grow and the sunset burns –
a huge celestial candle behind the round peaks,
behind feathery leaves and lovely fruit,
behind colors of fire and clouds of gold.
But life bothers me, it’s not only roses.
Here the roses bloom, the stars are so huge.
Clear water gushes from the earth’s springs.
Greenery spurts and the scent of oil-bearing roses.
But! Life is full of bloody thorns,
with insults, pains, wars, poses
and it’s not only roses.
Here roses are picked and the morning is bright,
dew glistens everywhere, the sky descends low,
the sun rises solemn, magnificent, golden.
Oil from roses drips, nightingales sing close.
Beautiful life, my God! But it’s not only roses!
SPEECHLESS SPEECH
I learned to communicate mentally with the Universe.
Of mind I tell the flower how lovely it is,
of the dewdrop how perfect it is,
of the star how far it is,
but it’s reflected in my essence.
I send signals to beings in space,
to loved ones in the afterlife.
I wake up and tell you out loud:
“Good morning, beloved!
Let’s sing our song for God’s praise!”
IN A FAR COUNTRY
“Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood” – T. S. Eliot.
Laughter among fig trees.
The wind blows it away.
The sky is hidden behind a huge leaf.
A child reaches for the figs – they are on high.
It tells us something in its unknown language.
We answer in a language unknown to him.
We say kind words and kid captures the energy.
Messages from soul reach the soul of the other.
The language of love is universal
for humans, plants and animals.
The child communicates with it now
and at this moment the world is splendid.
© Stoianka Boianova BULGARIA
