Martas poems for Wednesday, November 12, 2008

W e stood by a powerful waterfall, shimmering in the light of the moon, a moon like this one tonight not quite round but full of light. There were.moving carpets of green and flowers of blue and red and purple, so many flowers I had never seen. The tall trees extended the beauty towards silver spotted clouds which undulated against an endless mysterious, transparent blue, were zillions of stars seemed to smile down at us. All these I saw, all these I felt, so when you kissed me as you knelt and... Sign in to see full entry.

A small, tender plant fights its way through pieces of concrete. Unnoticed and alone it struggles upward, unknowing of the hurried steps above and of the heat of day which will test its strength, its very life. Yet, against all odds...it survives. Each day it grows a little taller, a little more defined until it blooms in all splendor and catches in its spell a way-ward bee or some sharp eye which realizes the beauty of small, unnoticed life, and so appreciates life in general a little more The... Sign in to see full entry.