Martas poems

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Moonless

It is so sad when there is no moon up in the sky where she ought to be... The night revels in its darkness and the stars all come out to play like the mice do when the cat's away. But I notice when she is not there my shinning friend my confident for I have no one to gaze upon when very late I sit alone and softly think my thoughts of you I miss her soft silvery light which sweetly softens everything, I can not wait for her to appear again up there, round and bright shinning through into my... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 22, 2011

still?

Do I still miss you? I do not look for you but yet I see you here, there, everywhere you are in my thoughts and in my heart day and night Your essence permeates the flowers. your eyes look at me from distant stars and I feel your touch in the breeze that blows from an ocean that murmurs your name while nOthing... nothing feels the same not even the soft warm rain that soothes all except my self and here alone I am sadden by the feeling that there will always be this pain this dull ache deep... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Let it

Let it, Let the rain fall on you, Feel its coolness take away the heat, the burning, that was there before, allow yourself to melt into what you feel and quiet your heart until fears are no more... Let it hold you in its wet embrace and feel... without thoughts of what will happen next Drink its life giving waters like the flowers,, the grass, the trees... and in the hidden sun's subdued light nothing and everything, with your heart you'll see in that instant knowing all isgood, all is right... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Sometimes

Thunder heralding the coming of a storm, a cry announcing a life being born, screams tell us of, highlight and bring about happiness, surprise, pain, all the noises of life.. they make our heart beat faster, or slow it to a barely moving pace. The sound of a voice can change what we think... what we feel, and music... music can transport us to another place but sometimes one single drop of water sliding down a face tells us silently more about another than all of them. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Dear friends, Thank you so much for the many E-mails and messages... I am sorry I could not contact you till now but I promise I will respond to each and every one privately.� I am back if you will have me:-)� I have missed you sooo much!� xoxoxo � Walking� by the sea... I� see the moon again shinning through, familiar and pale, from behind the dark cloud's veil left behind as a parting gift by the torrential rain which bathed the trees and atiated their thirst but did little for the pain of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

WHat a moon!

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.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Lets

Lets sit under the shadow of our tree sorrounded by this vague crepuscular haze and contemplate as we did that day, the water of the river down to the sea tiptoe its way 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 again our story tell and in his melodies... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 15, 2011

aftter the rain

The wind left over from the storm has not subsided yet and is pushes things around as it plays shaking the trees that glisten in the muted light of a sun that behind tired, deflated gray clouds prefers to hide I look at this wet ambiance where muted colors replace the unbearable dullness of draught and thank G-d for the life giving rain that soothed the parched trees pain giving me an excuse to pause, to think about how lucky I am Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Love

Like the placud, cool stream which suddenly becomes the rapids and feels power within itself, we are fooled by the loudness of our thinking. Our clay thoughts want immortal life like the mountain, and to soar above the rest like the eagle not realizing we are but a speck of dust in the magnificence of creation. The bound wishes to be free so foolishly calls his motions freedom. and so we spin great webs of circular reasoning, calling them virtue, greatness and knowledge while Truth stands amused... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

M any times I have started this poem and just as many I have let it die, but is always there under deleted lines keeping me awake, whispering to my heart that wants to brake, "Let me out, write me now... you are making a mistake..." No one else feels its pain it or hears it scream, but at nights when exhausted I fall asleep it perversely haunts my dreams. Its a poem about all those things that only last for a while, things that happen and are forgotten like some loves and the wind a poem about... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 11, 2011

goodbye

Once in a while, if she was lucky, she would dream with him as he was before and he would be in her arms again, filling her like water fills a thirsty jar, but she would wake up, and he would still be far... like a perfume floating in the wind sometimes strong... others just a hint. The thoughts of him healthy and well filled her mind with inspiration like the wind fills the sails of a boat even though no one can really see it, and her broken heart with love as light can fill a broken mirror... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The one -

She might not have been the most beautiful of all, for through the years, there were many that he knew... but she was the one he loved the most. Perhaps it was because he loved her from afar as from a bedroom window one loves the forbidden star that appears the farthest, the one that shines the brightest, or maybe because like that star she was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of his mind, and he could always count on her light. She was the one, the only one he never... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Unaware

P leasure boats filled with people going nowhere cruising the blue green waters of a calm summer sea, the rumble of their motors drowning the endless murmur of the waves that softly rush the soft sandy beach, where scattered about like casualties of an epic battle a multitude of bodies lie still under the blasting heat, sweating, melting, eagerly soaking in the rays of a punishing sun, finding pleasure in the burning of their skin. They splash lotion on to ward off the pain, though their eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

The firefly ~

You shined so brightly, there among all the others, as if a thousand tiny suns had touched and burst. each with its own shade of light, its own warmth to give You were so new, your smiles free and unsuspecting and at the same time...so aged, so worn, only slightly bitter, and very very sweet but most of all you were knowing, (all knowing,:-)) savvy in the things of life I had only dreamed about Even to cry with you was such painful pleasure. To know your mind, I would have given away all my... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Heaven sent

You come to me out of my dreams like a far away glare from an inner light... A temptation I never knew that leaves in my lips a taste old and new You are laughter and tears, and solely responsible for the crazy beats of this silly heart of mine, for its sweetness, for its fears and for its sad moods some times You are the identical rose which is different growing in a garden that has no doors and it does not matter how you now look, if your hair is black as night or white like the clouds in that... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Our past has not yet passed

L ife has a subtle way to stop, as everything keeps going forth A woman can forget anything and everything, except her last moment with her first love. and sometimes, while a slow Autumn afternoons drags on and rain plays with the grass blades covering them in mud, our soul, drenched in nostalgia, can suddenly remember the man we adored, the one that filled with butterflies our empty heart and with happy occassions our till then empty life, the man that we thought we could never live without,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Sleep...

C lose your eyes, let the world slide off your shoulders into that big void your unfulfilled wishes have left. Lay your head on my chest, don't think of anything but the touch of my fingers as they softly slide through your hair... let the soft beating of my heart be the music that lulls you to sleep, Nothing can harm you, nothing can make you weep, for I will be here beside you as you drift off into that land of dreams a land of rainbows and colored clouds where you will fly with the birds and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

They tell me sometimes love just ends...

They tell me sometimes love just ends, that one stops loving without knowing why, without regrets, and that it is a funny feeling... like opening one's hand, finding it empty and wondering what was it that from it had escaped. They tell me to stop loving is like the feeling of walking over dried leaves, hearing them crunch under one's feet knowing that in spite of their beauty they are dead. They say one stops feeling love all of a sudden though one might still think one's loving... just like... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Those areas of meaning which are bare

They are always beautiful to me, those areas of meaning which are bare... they are places where my soul can rest and watch and marvel at the present as it dances into being. I sit on an old stone wall sipping something cold, and I am glad for the night for the sounds, for the sights for these eyes, which allow me to peer into darkness witnessing beauty spring to life. and for this poem which I've birthed into the light Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Who am I?

I am... the one that likes to listen to romantic songs. The one that has live dreams but thinks of dead worlds, and that while opening all the windows has inadvertently closed doors. The one that loves the moon, daisies, ice cream and you, sighs when she sees a sunset, tries too hard to forget and enjoys watching the leaves fall when there is nothing else to do, The one that counts the stars she loves sitting alone in the dark, and walks down the streets dansing to the music of her heart. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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