Martas poems

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


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


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


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.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Life won't miss me

As I make my way around, all my aches seem to find a final resting place somewhere above my eyes. Mind empty of images, I try to think, but I don't remember much, my thoughts are all confused... muffled sounds, stranger's faces and bright sparks, seem to come all together and then dissolve into this after Martini mist that has kidnapped my soul. I feel lost, but I keep walking even faster, until my skin shines with a sticky sweat born of fear. As I turn a corner, the wind cuts through my coat... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Mango scented dream

I closed my eyes as I heard loud thunder, and suddenly I felt a soft summer breeze, perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes, combing through my hair, so strong and sweet that I could taste it, feel it, drenching my soul, making me dizzy, pulling me apart, melting every bit of my heart, until all of me had dissolved into its warmth. Thunder made everything tremble again, and lighting illuminated the darkness that had obscured the sun. The storm had arrived, but I felt safe.... one with that... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Just another day

J ust another day, everything that had ended again begins, there is sunlight and hope and people walk up and down the streets pursuing their shadows and trying to dream, The neighbor lets her cat out her back door making sure her secrets stay inside and a husband walks into his home at first light oblivious of his wife who has been pacing all night. Just another day, everything that begins must soon end so the woman, once a girl, whose youth is now gone, desperately tries to hold on to the image... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 5, 2013

On raindrops

H ave you seen how the raindrops cling to the moist leaves after the storm has passed? Its almost as if they were afraid of the awaiting grass... as if they knew they would be no more once they fell. Maybe their melting into the ground below, though their destiny, is their hell. Sign in to see full entry.

by the sea

I look out my window and I see sun-kissed clouds framing the sea, a sea pale and blue, calm, serene, patiently awaiting darkness to descend on it again but I am not afraid, for I know that no matter how dark it gets or how much sand the incoming tide with it takes, there would still be stars to illuminate what remains and to their light I will sit there and write, bathed in the first waves of the night feeling the wet, warm sand slip trough my feet maybe its destiny to meet as I await mine... by... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

The howl of the lone wolf

Up in the infinite summer sky a paper moon glows soft and bright her transparent brilliance obscured somewhat by the burning fire of the heat drenched night. She's dressed in silver haze, though she hides behind clouds and there is a unique beauty to her shine, an ethereal allure impervious of time. Below, in the forest, where myriads of trees bask in her translucent light appearing bluish and phantasmal, a lone wolf roams his transformed home turf, his stride subconsciously keeping the rhythm... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

She is alone

T onight, by the flickering life of a candle, she can feel the emptiness enveloping her, invading the very core of her being. Maddening thoughts arising from some dark corner of the soul rarely touched unleash terror her mind cannot understand. All that she knows is torn apart in the realization that every dream is an illusion... all she meant to become will never come to pass, life is what it is, and though the woman that stares back at her from the mirror seems young still... full of life, she... Sign in to see full entry.

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