Martas poems

Monday, May 2, 2016


Thunder heralding the coming of a storm, a cry announcing a life being born, screams tell us of, highlight and bring about happiness, surprise, pain, all the noises of life.. they make our heart beat faster, or slow it to a barely moving pace. The sound of a voice can change what we think... what we feel, and music... music can transport us to another place but sometimes one single drop of water sliding down a face tells us silently more about another than all of them. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Riding along

I 'm maki ng my way through a canyon going towards the bay on a narrow, twisted road..... tall mountains on either side sprinkled with yellow wild flowers that take my breath away. Small patches of green cover the rocks here and there, contrasting with the tones of red of desert roses everywhere. There are no big trees to obscure the view of a sky unbelievably blue, adorned with all kinds of colors by a sun bidding good night, while submerging in the bay waters making them shine golden bright.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013


... Footprints on the sand, washed out the sea, erased by those waves that rhythmically caressed the shore. Trillions of stars witnessed their disappearance from the midst's of the darkness of the night, yet none will tell me where they are. There is nothing left of them, like if we had never been hand in hand walking, talking, loving. I envy the power of that sea that so efficiently wiped away that remnant of us which all could see, those indentations that were tangible proof of you and me. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 25, 2013

What was it?

It was not love... it was something else, but if we are to believe what people said, I sinned by offering to you water that could have never satiated your thirst. It was not love, it was not that which churns in ones blood like a burning fire... it was more like something that's been always there that we find by chance... and lose again but it stays somehow... somewhere, like an almost imperceptible pain... It was not love... no passionate force shook our souls. rather, It was like a slight... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Can't set it free...

M any times I have started this poem and just as many I have let it die, but is always there under deleted lines keeping me awake, whispering to my heart that wants to brake, "Let me out, write me now... you are making a mistake..." No one else feels its pain it or hears it scream, but at nights when exhausted I fall asleep it perversely haunts my dreams. Its a poem about all those things that only last for a while, things that happen and are forgotten like some loves and the wind a poem about... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 23, 2013


Lets sit under the shadow of our tree sorrounded by this vague crepuscular haze and contemplate as we did that day, the water of the river down to the sea tiptoe its way unafraid of what it could encounter... excited for what it would see. Lets surrender again to the wind's shy eloquence and listen to what it has to say when it brushes our hair as it did then... Perhaps, the same bird that sang that afternoon of sweet illusions and fears conquered, will again our story tell and in his melodies... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 22, 2013

so complex

I t's growing dark. The sun is is bowing to the moon and the moon smiles back. The great painting has begun: Dashes of orange and purple and subtle yellow hues relieve the blue of day with a fond goodnight. Birds retire and Nature's noises subtly change I am bathed in glowing silver as I walk alone looking, listening, Its all so beautiful, so simple, so complex. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

If I could...

If I could... I would with my lips errase the sadness in your eyes and hold you and love you and fill your every need... if it could be, that my hands could touch yours and all pain would dissapear. and I could make every fiber of your being scream soft, primal screams of fulfilled dreams... if with my fingers I could smooth those lines that worry leaves in that forehead I so long to kiss, and place with my body smiles in those sweet and sensual lips. If I could... I would take away the weight... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


Giant figures in the sky moving around in the wind, changing shapes forged in my dreams coming to life in the light of a sun that beats down hard on the sea and on the sand. Many look at them but none see the meaning that they hold for me, and with time passing the story unfolds right up there in plain view of all. Flower gardens turn to fields of dust, and toy soldiers are standing, straight and tall, slowly disintegrating into the sunset rust. War intrudes into Natures play, taking my... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Wat lies beneath

W hat lies beneath the white cold snow? Blades of blue-green grass, and flowers waiting to grow. What lies beneath the starry sky? Sweet memories of days gone by and the hopes and dreams of days to come. What lies beneath the thoughts of you? Visions of what could have been of things we said we would do. What lies beneath this empty feeling? The knowledge that there will be no new beginning and the lie I tell my self that it does not matter, that I am OK. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 18, 2013

I knew him well...

He was an artist Green as the fresh born grass in the meadows were his eyes as they shone with the brilliance of a thousand suns. When he looked at you, you felt nothing else existed but his glance and the world was yours if he said to you: "Bonne chance!" His smile had the power to seduce and enchant, white and perfect teeth contrasted with the caramel shade of h is skin and somehow, without a word, he could invite stranger's lips to smile back at him. He walked tall and erect... always looking... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

no more dreams

Its night in the city and many sleep, some trying to re-live... some to forget. Above the cloudy silence a bright moon casts its wide silvery net, hoping to catch in it the dreams of those who would still bet on the magic that moonbeams upon their hearts can weave. Within the never empty streets, alabaster buildings seem to glow while neon lights sadly upon them weep, but soon, the silver thread of the lunar net will brake up and all those whose dreams it had captured will wake up with nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Beautiful and triste

A lazy rainy day All is wet The wind softly caresses the leaves that are left as if it were softly comforting them... while little fur balls run across the grass and play oblivious of the drops of water that glisten on their back. Lizards jump from branch to branch and squirrels chase one another picking up bits and pieces from the floor. Nature rests... replenishing herself and all is as it should be I sit watching these under my old tree... watching with him all we can see, what is...what... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 15, 2013

My Angel

My Angel, that's what you were pure and untouched innocent and loved. You came to me when I needed you most, and showed me the way when I was so lost. Gently you guided me through a maze of pain. You taught me there was a sun even behind the rain, and in the darkness of night, when I was sad and afraid, you said the wind was your voice, the thunder your promise to stay, and the lightning illuminating the sky... just your kisses flying by You showed me how to find a star that would shine only for... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 14, 2013


Many are the books that speak of Love. Throughout history it has turned kings into peasants and peasants into kings, Great minds have tried to describe it, philosophers, poets, even ordinary lovers, all who have felt it and know of its agony and its bliss have tried to define its core, what makes it what it is, but no one has ever found a meaning that fits all the different kinds of Love that exist and it has been said that Love was just too difficult, too complex, distant and unreachable...... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Tell me... please

Tell me, when the sun rises and soft colors displace the darkness of night, when light invades all, slowly filling the void that her absence had caused, do you forget that the stars are still there, just beyond that light and that they are shinning like before, like always, just as bright? And when the storm rages, and the rain writes mysterious messages on your window's glass, when thunder and lightning rush through your room hastening the beat of your heart, Do you forget that the sun is still... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

It does not seem fair

I s raining again, a cold continuous, cold rain, the buzzing sound it makes is hypnotizing Sitting here looking through the glass of the window that faces the patio and the pool my mind wonders into the not so distant past, when we were so happy and we played like kids swimming, dancing holding each other so tight, from the first rays of the sun until late in the night. Today, you are right here in front of me, and I am holding your hands, but there is nothing between us except the sadness in... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 11, 2013

I wait...

A fter the night the sun rises and with infinite shades subtle but vibrant, colors the sky that seemed so dark before, and the stars all go to sleep, taking with them the wishes of thousands of lovers, wishes that now, in the light of a new day, appear more distant, farther away. After the storm, when the wind takes away the rain, and a peaceful silence takes over, everything sparkles, the flowers, the leaves, Life is renewed by the tiny drops of water that reflect the light, which just minutes... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Old tree...

Old tree...old like me Your branches reach up as far as I can see as if they were trying to the blue sky reach. Sitting early morning under you I can feel life awaking... I watch your flowers open as they are touched by the breeze and delight when the soft light that filters though your leaves, as the sun rises up to the world greet, turns into rainbows as it reflects on the dew which the dawn has gifted you with Those who make of you their home serenade you with songs so sweet while I... I just... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

I would love to be able to find the secret passage to what once was mine so I could again behold the man you used to be... for then I could dwell among the shadows of your mind oblivious of the cruel and destructive tides of time... but its too late, too late for me to reach what I could not keep, what was not meant to be... or perhaps not late but too soon, for there are other chances I am told other lives into which we will be born and again, G-d willing, love The murmurs of the forces of fate... Sign in to see full entry.

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