Martas poems

Thursday, February 14, 2013

As naturally as the wind blows... we love

There is no preparation for Love, no manual to read... no set road to follow It just happens, and when it does, we love simply because we do, no reasons needed, no explanations necessary and there is magic in the indefinable miracle that is love, Just as the flower which comes out of its seed and the rain that falls from its cloud are... Love Is As the wind that when blowing does not know that its blowing but yet it blows... and its the wind we feel love...even if we do not yet know we are... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Remembering...

The sky is gray... gray like the fading shadows of things that happened long ago and behind its crying clouds there is still a warm red sun hiding from the selfish whims of all of those that want to swim and for its absence today morn. The beach is deserted... like it was that day. Again the crowds are gone as if the lack of light would have chased them away, so I pretend it is just there for me, this wonderful wet beach, that brings my memories to life and I walk kicking the waves that like... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

who knows... could be... perhaps soon...

I stand alone and listen to the tune the cold wind murmurs outside. perhaps jelaous of the warmth that hugs my room All night long I listen to it and to the rain tapping sad lonely melodies upon my window's glass while the sea down below, whipped into a frenetic trance sends its waves to caress the empty shore and rhythmically, continuously, at its edge dances, sometimes reaching deep, further inland. others barely touching the thisty sand of the coastline that separates the ocean from what once... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Tonight

Tonight I watched the cold winds blow through tattered clouds tinged yellow by the setting sun. Tonight I felt the poetry of life in the wine that ran like blood down my throat. Colors of emotion crossed my tongue and I tasted that pain from so long ago..... Tonight as I sat down to force some passage of nondescript sadness into my screen I realized it wasn't forced, it wasn't sadness, it was you...... you, from that special place in my soul whispering all the words softly into my ear so I just... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

My heart ...

My heart watches another's heart wallow in pain and sorrow and wants to tell him to remember that there will always be a tomorrow, that the hurt will subside, become more like a dull ache, that one day he'll awake noticing the night has ended and the sun that has risen has tinted his skies with color. My heart wants to assure his heart, that without knowing why... one day soon he will smile, he will feel no more pain, no more horror, and all the feelings paralyzed by pain, all of a sudden will... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

The snow has stopped...

T he snow has stopped and the world looks like a painting. White wispy strokes swirling on a dark and gloomy sky... almost olive green, such as I have never seen, beautiful in its own sad way hypnotic, passionate, intense, for the winds left over from the storm have not subsided yet and they push things around as they play shaking the trees that glisten in the muted light of a tired sun that prefers to hide. I like this subdued, whimsical clarity that envelopes me as I walk in the wetness of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

The memory of that smile...

H e dreamed his paintings long before their birth, in sleepless nights when feverish he tossed in bed visions and images filling his head. He would approach the canvass and touch it as if it were alive caressing the blank surface with the paint less brushes creating invisible forms of the feelings in his mind Hour after hour he would stare at that blankness not eating, not talking, impervious of time Sometimes she felt afraid for his sanity, for his health, but laying next to him, there was... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

HEr name was Jane

H er name was Jane, or perhaps that was her name only after it got late, after the sun had set and with it taken all her dreams. When it got dark she would surrender to her fate walking the sidewalks through the silent screams of the hundreds that like her had no other place to be. She walked the streets...did anyone see? Her name was Jane, she walked in the rain not caring what her heart was for, lost among those children of a better world that did not look at her and called her whore. Her step... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

'till the stars all burn away

I will hold your hand in the morning and let you guide me into a bright new day and through the soft rays of the raising sun I will walk with you... and pray Enchanted by the marvel of your love I will shade my eyes from the light of your soul as I do from the sun itself and instead of being blinded by its glow I will relish the subtle tones of pink and blue that color my life, since I have you When noon comes and shadows disappear, and the pavement burns, so will my heart burn with desire for... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

She could not forget him. She never understood why. Perhaps it was because she had loved him from afar as from a bedroom window one loves and is hypnotized by the forbidden star that appears the farthest in one's sky, the one that shines the brightest; or maybe because like that star he was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of her mind, dream after dream keeping her safe, quieting her screams, and she could always count on his sweet light. Whatever it was... though their... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

I wish...

I look outside and see the soft light of a setting sun bathing the naked trees in my backyard... A surreal sight, to look outside and find everything painted in mauve light, as if the fingers of the new born night had reached out from the other side to caress and ease the world into the dark. I wish there was some special light that would envelope my aching heart and ease it into its goodnight. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Tell me, please

W here would the sea go without a shore to come home to? The mighty sea, what would it do with its miles and miles of clear blue water, rushing endlessly towards that strip of sand, to meet its destiny, to meet its land, if it were to realize that there is nothing there, nothing to find? Where would the sun rays go without a meadow to shine upon? The all powerful sun, with all its colors, brightness and warmth, what would it do without the world, with no soft skins to tan, no flowers to help... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Dreaming with what just might be

I t had been raining for several days, a heavy steady rain with numbing sounds that murmured a name. Everything was gray and frozen. The cold sipped through my skin making me tremble... and want... and remember... a touch, a kiss. They were wonderfully terrible wet nights full of the sounds of the rushing waters and wind, nights I could have sworn G-d had made for me to think. But today, the lake water is blue. very blue and blinding with sun. There are bubbling streams everywhere running over... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The fat man

I n a small restaurant off the very popular Lincoln road a few blocks from South Beach where the young and famous adore the sun, a sad fat man plays the piano for all of those who there, leisurely take the time to eat their lunch. He sits in front of the piano every day, his large body overflowing the narrow bench which with trembling legs barely supports his weight and in front of him, a Baby Grand, shinny and black with its slanted top always opened... as if it were trying to hide from the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Her kiss...

I ts dark and the air is hot......there is no breeze from the sea, the white sands await in vane of the waves the cool wet kiss, and she sits there on that sand by the edge of the sea dreaming, wanting... hoping... all the while her heart just aching for him. The dark noisy clouds that earlier made the afternoon seem so sad, led the way to a sumber, starless night that weighs heavily on her heart A sliver of a smiling moon shines weakly behind a silver cover of clouds, not bright enough to light... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 28, 2013

100 years

I lay here on my bed looking at your face. I know it so well... your roman nose, your fleshy mouth, your dark hair... and though I don't know your name there are so many things about you that I can tell by the way you sit there looking straight at me with those gypsy eyes full of fire and dare, those eyes that don't play fair for they hide behind the shadows of their lashes as if they knew they were the windows to your soul. I see it all in that face I know so well, that face that in my dreams I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

A song can not celebrate love, for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves within us when we love is bigger than the heart, and flows endlessly from nowhere to all places small. Love is greater, more sublime than us, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our hearts, of our mind. When we find it... this love I speak of, we can retire to the rapture of its miracle, revel in the harmless all consuming, all giving heat of its passion; We can reach that... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

T here is a big bright moon above the city skies, a moon of living dreams, for dreaming life a life lived in brief moments of fulfilled desire, moments that fly fast, past hates and loves, past friendships old and just began; a moon that shines on innocence and sin above minds tired and torn through things that last and those that are gone, kissing with its silver light those who die and those who are born and below it, below that bright shinning moon, smiles and tears that don't make sense... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 25, 2013

I will remember us

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...

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.

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