Martas poems

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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

...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.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Weeo not my friend

W eep not for love lost, for once found, if true, love cannot be lost. Weep for the one that left love, now self-betrayed, who has passed from light to darkness and sees it not. One small light which surrenders to darkness, becomes part of the whole of darkness. Love is not love of only one, love is life itself. It will not cringe when turned from nor plead for things now passed, for it renews itself with each passing moon. Weep not, for love is and will always be Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I

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.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I want you to see...

Some look at the world beyond and see just a world Others look at it and see in its sky storm clouds and rain, suspicious and hostile movements bound to harm. And there are those who see nothing at all in that world and who look only at pictures from their mind but each thing seen is covered up with the darkness of the past, with vain remembrances of lost and dying dreams and tortured hopes of future happenings too nebulous and ill-defined to ease the restless moment. When you, my friend, look... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 23, 2012

I know now what not to do

Even as the chilly winds of sadness wrap their arms around me and my soul grows cold, I know beyond a doubt I shall endure this night. I know how to swim the rapids: I drift and I drift until the raging stops, and the still waters shall reflect my resurrected smile the misty clouds, the white-capped hills and the shining grass atop the dusty earth. If I should meet you then, after the rapids, do not mistake my heightened heartbeat with anticipation, or think I could fall in love with you. I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Tonight

Whimsical and bight, the moon shines on top of the city softening everything with its light hiding dirt and grime in the streets that not so long ago might have witnessed crime but now seem suspended in surreal twilight and the trees... proudly show their naked branches basking in the silvery glow that covers their shame for the lack of snow of a winter that so far has been lazy and slow. I walk along the shore of a sea that seems to dance, its waves, carried by a tide passionate and high born... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Inspite of the moon

I t will be dark soon, dark enough to dream and see the dream unfold and come to life; The stage is set, the actors fire up the soul, with thoughts and sounds we all have heard or seen somewhere before, but slightly different here, in the vagueness of this cold winter's night. I watch as visions of times gone by become visions of changed tomorrow's, when time and space and love shall do their dance, and say their part, out there upon this stage... for this is life's stage where things that are,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Hapiness

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.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Some say that forever remembering what once was does not happen, that everything sooner or later is forgotten and as the river water when it joins the ocean forgets its spring we will forget old loves when a new one comes along, just as fast as when we are awaken we forget a dream but I say love, when is deeply felt, always remains within even if lovers grow apart and that there is a special place in everyone's heart where we keep the dreams that could not be Where oblivion does not reachl in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The 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 anchor... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 30, 2011

The New Year

The new Year A new year is just that... new, an artificial measure of time, meaningless from a larger view of life where hours and minutes do not matter at all It provides an excuse or an opportunity to begin or end, to continue to do or not to do what we should or should not be doing, another chance to look at things we might just have missed, a do-over for the ones we mistakenly noticed and wish we could forget. More than anything, a new year is unlimited possibilities to find what we are... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Our love...

Our love is like a climbing rose holding on with all its force to a rusted iron fence, it thrives, grows, in spite of itself, and wether it is wanted or not... it will never die, for if it did, like an old well whose water has dried up and can no longer satiate thirst it would become the echo of what it once was and it would be, as its always been, the only thing in our minds, the last, the first. Loves like yours and mine are like a fire... they consume all, and ours will burn bright untill... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

He was just a man... that was all, but like the wind that fills the sails of ships he filled my emptiness and I loved him most, maybe because I loved him from afar, like that star I used to watch from my window, the one that seemed so bright. He was life giving water and I was just a jar I held him, but he was never mine. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The voice I miss

How sadly sweet is the sound of that voice now silent as the memory of its whispers fills my mind...my soul, tugging so hard at my heart that I sometimes forget to breathe, forget to remember the love its words were drenched in, forget the gift that it was, the gift that it still is Sign in to see full entry.

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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009

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