Martas poems for Monday, February 25, 2013

I love the feeling that possesses me when the need to write seizes my heart and fighting its way through my mind's maze a half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becoming real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. and becomes alive in the darkness... that darkness which once I was afraid off, but now I see as the colorless background of fertile,... Sign in to see full entry.

A golden cage sits by a window inside a red brick house that stands alone among the trees growing in the inlet by the road. Its gilded roof shimmers in the light of a sun that peeks through a cloudy crying sky. In the cage, surrounded by bars adorned by precious stones, a lonely bird stands on an elaborate swing made out of gold. There is food everywhere and treats galore, and a tinny silver bell for her to ring if she should want more. The bird is silent...just looking through the glass of the... Sign in to see full entry.