Martas poems for Thursday, January 17, 2013

A s a child I sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind tossing my hair... As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when I used to sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to touch my face. Now as a woman, I have built my nest, but like the swallow... Sign in to see full entry.

I ts cold outside The stars that fill the sky don't seem to mind for they are as beautiful as ever, bestowing their shine upon a world starved for the clarity of their light The fresh fallen snow that yesterday looked so white, so pure and white, today seems muddier, darkened, a casualty of time, and loose flakes fly about in the coolness of the night pushed by the North wind that still blows hard..., The romantic rushing of ocean waves combines with the soft moans of that wind and together they... Sign in to see full entry.