Martas poems for Friday, January 25, 2013

T he wind pushing the leaves that had fallen to the floor and were covered in snow towards a mauve colored sunset... and the cold river's water running so slow, as if it did not want to leave us, did not want to go. The trees witnessing our love standing silent where they had always been, their branches moved by that wind making sweet rushing sounds... lulling us to sleep as the clouds dancing in the sky watch us weep- I, I sit here remembering it all with the deafened angst of a submerged... Sign in to see full entry.

If only she could start anew... but like smoke in the wind her life has evaporated, she is nothing but a dusty road where footprints remain like a shrine to the past. She looks up into the darkness of a night where the stars hide in the rain and she feels like a zero that one ads in vain, like a rose without a scent, like a once thought important but now forgotten date, a traveler on a long trip to nowhere, watching a sad moon through the crying windows of an empty train. She believes she is... Sign in to see full entry.