Martas poems

Thursday, January 24, 2013

on words

W ords can tell you things exist you would never have believed did, describe for you the most beautiful sights and teach you all about music even if you cannot hear With words we say I love you for the very first time, and with them we construct poems in our mind. We use them for hellos and for goodbyes, to pray and to damn, to tell the world what we feel and how it is that we came to look and act like this. Words can be sad and make us cry or sweet as sugar and make us smile. Printed words have... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


L ets sit under the shadow of our tree in this vague crepuscular haze and contemplate as we did that day, the water of the river tiptoe its way down to the sea unafraid of what it could encounter... excited for what it would see. Lets surrender again to the wind's shy eloquence and listen to what it has to say when it brushes our hair as it did then. Perhaps the same bird that sang that afternoon of sweet illusions and fears conquered will our story tell only today, it will sing about the many... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

In the forest

. T he sweet dark warmth of a forest at night with its many noises and its utter calm... If you lay on the floor and close your eyes you can feel the tremor of thousands of hearts near and far, all around, mixed in with the scents that the sun and the rain left behind. Laying there on the floor you hear strange sounds soft whispers and loud screams. things touch you and you lay very still for though you don't want to stay there, you know you will and there among the tall mighty trees where... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 21, 2013

The way I've love you...

I have loved you in a way song can not celebrate for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves between us is bigger than we are and flows endesly from nowhere to all places small, without confines... invading it all. This love I felt, this love I feel, is greater, more sublime than we, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our mind... it is the rapture of the miracle that all aspire to know, the place where our anxious minds go to relax in the colors, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

small... tall

I ts gray and bleak all around in the darkened sky where the clouds cry on, walking along, I feel small in the middle of it all and at the same time somehow tall, li ke I could reach the top of those trees that dance back and forth to the music of the wind. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

On the sand...

O n the sand is where I like to stand, watching the sun dip below the worn bridges and graying boat docks, past the green marsh reeds that sway back and forth like a pendulum of nature, under the passionate touch of a whipping wind. The pinks, oranges and yellows born from the sun overwhelm my mind as they dance on the gray stage of this winter sky like eternal lovers waltzing through time. I feel the wind on my face. The salty onshore breeze hastens its pace shaking my soul reminding me of all... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 18, 2013

How can I explain

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.

The cold wind

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.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

The wind and me

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.

Its cold outside

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.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Happiness is the unrequested soft kiss of a child who does not want or need anything from you except the assurance that you love him too. It is seeing the soft light of the sun steaming through a window's glass to illuminate your room and thinking that it has traveled millions of miles just to first thing in the morning make you smile Happiness is giving your heart in a kiss and in a touch understanding heaven exists Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I am home

I t rains and I look for what is missing in this heart of mine, walking by the shore, where all memories are imperviously edged by the hands of time. There is no one else on the beach, just me walking among the dream like shapes raindrops draw on the sand as the waves sensually kiss my feet. How wonderful this heavenly bath feels, cool and awakening, embracing and sweet. The wetness that surrounds all has no beginning, no end, there is no rain, no ocean, no wind... it all combines in a surreal... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

As if there were no yesterdays, no tommorrows, no time

I remember dawn lighting up the glass and soft colors drawing on the wall the magic we had felt the night before. There was a trail of kisses through the sand to the shore where filled with passion we had laid, and I felt your hand still holding mine, as if we were connected... as if we were one, as if there were no yesterdays, no tomorrows, no time. Sign in to see full entry.

...from a grateful heart

Not night yet, but no longer day... the essence of the sun lingers in a multi-color ray that tints the clouds that sit on the horizon line, like amazing cotton mountains from another place, another time. I love this hour of in-between light and dark when I wait patiently for the appearance of my favorite star... Its my moment to be sad... without asking myself why, to just because, smile, or if I am lucky, to remember what I wanted to forget and sigh Sundown is when I feel sorry for those ghosts... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 4, 2013

When the day ends

I close my eyes Alone in the dark time does not exist Nothing is real in this magical ambiance that is, but shouldn't be Only I am here, only me and this dream and my heart beating slowly... refuses to believe that everything is so perfect the moon, the stars, the snow covered trees A sweet fragrant breeze seems to touch all of me and as it does I know there is nothing to fear so I let go of my heart and the melody that in the silence I hear softly drenches my soul until I am nothing and I am... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Small and tall

Its gray and bleak all around in the darkened sky where the clouds cry on. Walking along, I feel small in the middle of it all and at the same time... somehow tall, like I could reach the top of those trees that dance back and forth to the music of the wind. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Write your feelings...

White your feelings… put aside your fears, for what is inside you must come out no matter if the words are written in tears Don't be afraid to let your thoughts fly into those dark places inside which you've tried to hide, for there you will find wha'st made you smile… what's made you cry, what's touched your soul and shaped your life. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Mauve thoughts

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Sunday, January 29, 2012

I ts raining now... the rain that Nature seems sometimes to gift the South in lieu of snow. I walk wrapped in the water's surprisingly warm, shimmering embrace, The clouds above me are like flowing satin pillows of gray and fading purple and tall trees look on, their rough bark mellowed by a curtain of mist. The deep, still green grass is highlighted with drops of crystal, every blade swaying with a life of it's own, yet remaining one, a silent symphony of hypnotic movement. I walk in this... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

The armoir

I t stands tall and through the day it watches all, the big, the small. If it could talk... if it could tell about the things it's seen, the things its heard, better than anyone it would be able to tell what people did when no one saw, when no one heard...what people said and most important, what they all felt... Sometimes I watch its magnificent beauty late at night wondering what through its 300 years of life it has seen and though I know its made of wood something within it tells me it is... Sign in to see full entry.

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