Martas poems

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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Some day

Some day you will understand that like the wind, some things exist even if they are not seen And If in a cold winter night your frozen soul thaws warmed by the heat of a fire you thought was old, a fire you put out long ago when love went away and left you all alone, you'll understand then, that like river waters... some things are always leaving but never gone. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A nd when I die, I pray I can stay in the colors that in the sunset glow to remind those who doubt that there is Love. I would like to be like a sudden wind gust that closes windows and opens doors and exist behind a magical mirror giving the ones that gaze upon it new hope, If G-d pretmits me, at night, I will haunt the ruins of this old house walking for ever its corridors to the rhythm of the rushing of the sea, a ghost that no one will see, propelled by memories...quiet as a mouse, crying... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

On a night like tonight

I want to write tonight I need to write, for writing helps me understand, understand how is it that someone can hurt so much and still love another whom one does not trust. Writing has always cleared things for me as if by putting thoughts down on paper I could see what is true and what is not, what is and what will be... but it is not working, it is not so easy now to know, is not all sunshine or snow the winds of change are all too strong and I have gotten too involved, too close. So, tired of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

After

A fter the night the sun rises and with infinite shades subtle but vibrant, colors the sky that seemed so dark before, and the stars all go to sleep, taking with them the wishes of thousands of lovers, wishes that now, in the light of a new day, appear more distant, farther away. After the storm, when the wind takes away the rain, and a peaceful silence takes over, everything sparkles, the flowers, the leaves, Life is renewed by the tiny drops of water that reflect the light, which just minutes... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

If I were a shadow

I f I were a shadow, ethereal and transparent empty of form, you could fill me with your love with your thoughts, with you.... If I were upset, you could say things to calm me down, to soothe me; leaving me with smiles. And then, you could come back for what you had left behind, the core of me... that longed for you. If I were a shadow lost in time... always in the darkness I would linger, waiting for you to pull me near and say you love me; but you would not, Instead you'd say: "its not the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Come my friend...

Come... lets try and find the place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies, Once gazed upon it blinds, then gives true sight; it makes the eyes see the real beauty of the world. It shines light on the true nature of all things, both seen and unseen. It awakens real love, and though it does not remove the mystery of life, it brings total clarity to minds once lost in the fog of being. It is greater than destiny and it is where we belong, what we are.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Summer's revelation

Central Park is this morning, truly a wonderful place. People walk up and down, talking, smiling, at rest, dressed in colorful clothes, and behaving their best. But if one looks beyond it, pass the fanfare and facade one can see in those faces, many stories, many tales, images of other times, other lives, other places.. and maybe even the traces of the tears that not so long ago, rolled down the smiling faces that walk by me as a go I look around and a see a multitude of things. There are... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

When thunder beacons

I s there anything more haunting than far away drumming thunder filling our heart with fear... with longing...? When I hear it, if I am writing, my pen just runs away from the ideas that in my head had been stirring for so long and with a life of its own, to the rhythm of that thunder, so forbidding, it starts to write about my lost dreams, about the feelings I've hidden, about all those sad, tender things that with the far sound of thunder announcing incoming rain, run, as if scared out from my... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Here in the hollow of my hand...

Here in the hollow of my hand right in the center of its palm I hold a drop of water, old and sad. It could have been present when the melting of the ice cap or dug up long ago, from deep inside the earth and have been all this time resting in a well Perhaps it could have been part of ancient rains or the only survivor of a river running free that dried up way back when. It is so perfect, so round, so wet It could be dew, or a tear, or sweat... but this drop of water laying here in the center of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

The miracle of a friend

Some times, when its very late and dreams we wish for are far, our heart glides around the dark riding the windstorms of fate. It is then our thoughts go to those remnants of loves that had been, and to many other things we usually keep hidden, unseen, cryptic memories our mind has concealed in the innermost corners of our being. In those somber moments, when the present disappears and past feelings rush in out of nowhere, we recall things we thought we had forgotten, things that are no longer... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

alone

I stand in the heart of a raging storm like an old oak tree which bends but does not break trusting the power of its roots of love which will not be defeated by a lesser force, no matter how loud and threatening that force gets to be. What outward might can destroy that power which is the very basis of the human heart? I stand amidst distrust and cry large tears for those that hurt. wanting to shield their eyes from what they don't see... still wishing they could somehow help me. but then, I am... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 19, 2013

When Summer ends

The long days of Summer are going fast, I think, as I close my eyes scared by loud thunder... A soft breeze perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes, combs through my hair, strong and sweet invading my senses, drenching my soul, making me dizzy as it pulls me apart from everything that feels cold or hard melting every bit of my heart, until all of me dissolves into its warmth. and right there, awaiting the impending rain, I do not care anymore if everything trembles with the threat of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Life is too short

a I f you feel you are forgetting me... and no longer my eyes haunt your dreams... if you no longer hear the wind that caressing the trees my name screams... please..tell me so. If when you lay by the sea shore and the warm water kisses you you don't remember me and my lips... let me know, for even though I still carry you in my heart you deserve to have beautiful eyes haunting your nights, and breezes whispering in your ears sweet names that fill your eyes with light... Frankly my dear, I won't... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

sadness

S adness... Sadness is when the birds all leave, and the naked tree in the yard tries so hard to keep that one last green leaf and the leaf does not know that the old tree thinks in her lies his very last hope. And sadness also is that feeling of surprise that fills a long awaiting heart when the bird that left comes finally back but its song, which before made the lonely heart smile now makes it cry Sadness is what I felt when I watched you leave into that world that has no escape, no doors and... Sign in to see full entry.

I wish

I wish I could become part of the colors of the dark, those bright reds and oranges and greens that in clear nights tint the stars I wish I could go up to play among them so that when you looked up, on a moonless night and they reflected in your eyes I could be there, just another point of light in your long and lonely flight through those dreams that fill your heart, me, a part of you, making you smile... I wish... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 15, 2013

It could not be

It could not be. He would not love her for he was like an old tree that is seen too much and does not want to live, a fruitless tree with no life to give that is just waiting for the hatchet to set it free She... she was like a happy stream that with the ocean dreams not knowing that sweet spring water turns bitter in the sea. Though love is usually simple, it was not for these two for Love is greedy too, and he knew... he knew love could fill her sails but like the wind...on a whim, it could... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Tonight

T onight 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 whispered all the words softly into my ear and I watched them form as they came through... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 12, 2013

She remembered

A wrinkled paper she found that still smelled like him, tucked under the window seat in the drawing room. Vivid color strokes traced around a gray sketch of a female form. A soft silhouette of an image torn from the middle of a dream long gone. She tried to remember... Memories from past afternoons rushed into her mind as if suddenly she could ignore the passage of time and she saw herself, sitting by the window pane, very still, not moving at all her eyes wondering through the glass her breath... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

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.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A day in the sun 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 lies 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,... Sign in to see full entry.

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