Martas poems for Monday, November 24, 2008

I n the shadow of memory I love you still. I was so young, so inexperienced, not knowing which clues to follow. And bold, excited words waited in the innocence, wanting to be spoken, unsure exactly of how. Your love was perfect art, never the same, liquid, changing with my feelings, my every desire, my every mood. You were my mythical prince: sheer elegance and grace never before defined, with luscious eyes, brown and inviting, yet private and elusive. And an intelligent man, your gaze brimming... Sign in to see full entry.

s itting with my grand kids by the ocean shore I felt tranquil and at peace... I smiled as one of them running at the highest speed of his 4 year old little feet came and grinning sweetly sat next to me, "Nana... look! why is that bird dipping in the sea?" -He is fishing...darling...don't you see? look at the way he grabs the little fish- A minute passed by and he said: "Nana...why is the sea blueish?..." -Well sweetie it just reflects the color of the sky- "and why is the sky blue?" -Hmmm I... Sign in to see full entry.