Martas poems for Friday, January 18, 2013

I want you to understand, but how am I to tell you? How am I to explain how empty the streets crowded with cars are, how lonely I am in the multitudes outside, how sad are all those smiles that mean well, but know nothing of my hell. I have tried to fill my heart with the noises of life but silence is all my aching soul now wants There is no joy left in the sunsets that through tears I watch disappear into the night, or in the coldness of the waves that kiss my feet as I walk down the shore at... Sign in to see full entry.

T he cold wind blows outside, playing with the falling snow each tinny one-of-a-kind flake of which is by itself a work of art, and it knocks on my window wanting to come in, my frigid playful friend, jealous of the warmth inside my room. and so he knocks and knocks, singing a mournful tune leaving on the glass that protects me from him beautiful little snow flakes as a parting gift and thankful, I with wonder fill, because of what I see, for what I feel and for the joy brought to my heart by... Sign in to see full entry.