Martas poems

H e worked hard, every day always for others, and for a small pay. Sometimes at night, to survive in a world that did not understand he sang old sweet and sad songs strolling through the tables of small dives, smiling at young ladies of sixty five. Most liked him, but thought he was not much, to them he was just another struggling man, and as such he was part of the crowd in which he got lost. But when he got home tired and spent, but finally alone... a transformation would take place as he... Sign in to see full entry.

I f you feel you are forgetting me... if no longer my eyes haunt your dreams, if you no longer hear coming from the trees the wind that caressing them my name screams and when you lay by the sea shore you no longer feel that the warm water kissing your skin is just me and my lips... tell me so, 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... and... Sign in to see full entry.

F or all its beauty, its grandeur, its vastness and finite stretches of self invented time; for all its knowledge, its experience, its varieties of sorrow and its occasional joys; for all its gods and devils, demons and saints, its well thought out schemes of death overcome... the journey of the mind is but a fabulous dream, a brief ripple on the shallow waters of our lives. Come, lets try and see this place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies,... Sign in to see full entry.

I lay here on my bed looking at your face. I know it so well, your roman nose, your fleshy mouth, your dark hair... and though I don't know your name there are so many things about you that I can tell by the way you sit there looking straight at me with those gypsy eyes full of fire and dare, those eyes that don't play fair for they hide behind the shadows of their lashes as if they knew they were the windows to your soul. I see it all in that face I know so well, that face that in my dreams I... Sign in to see full entry.

H olding his, her heart walks towards oblivion under the warm rain of what promises to be a slow winter. She is like a crazy math professor that has subtracted and subtracted, never adding and she is surprised because she's ended up with nothing She listened to old songs and wrote about old sunsets delighting in the closeness that she felt with what she remembered used to be. She told of the colors that illuminated the birth of every day but failed to realize their absence from her garden's... Sign in to see full entry.

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, I walk because I do not want to think. I am not walking towards but away from, thoughts I can't dismiss 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... Sign in to see full entry.

T here is a rock in the garden now covered with snow a rock that stands proudly against all the winds at it throw, its dark surface contrasting with the white reflects like a mirror the lights of the night In that reflection one can see a mysterious door that only in dreams can be reached, a mystical door which appears among the stars way high up, always closed, only when the hour is late and we are within the innocence of a dream only then it opens and lets us through to fulfill our fate but... Sign in to see full entry.

H ow I love this time of the night, so quiet, separate from the rest of the world, when I sense the earth begin to slow its turning and feel my body, pressing down into silky cool white sheets, each move creating a soft touch, here and there. Silently, my mind caresses me, trying to let go of the pressures of the day and as I recount my blessings, I feel it, a strange sense of loss, of want, of knowing that I need what I do not yet know and it is then I miss the touch I've never felt, the scent... Sign in to see full entry.

T ell me... when you read me, am I there, in between those lines that tell all about my smiles and my sighs my pain and my hell? or are my words just whispers in the wind, shadows in the night. Have I gone so far that I've forgotten who I am? Have I left so much of myself behind that I am barely here, not knowing what to say anymore or how to feel? tell me... Sign in to see full entry.

B i g puffy clouds, gigantic figures in the sky moving around in the wind, changing shapes forged in my dreams, coming to life in the light of a sun that beats down hard on the sea and on the sand. Many look at them but none see the meaning that they hold for me, and with time passing the story unfolds right up therein plain view of all: Flower gardens turn into fields of dust, and toy soldiers stand straight and tall slowly disintegrating into sunset rust Sign in to see full entry.

O n a beautiful afternoon while sunlight illuminated the old Wailing wall, and people went about their lives like you and me, in the land of the Gaza strip darkness invaded someone's soul, a hand moved by hate lit a fuse and an explosion shattered the fragile peace that had taken so long to construct. Innocent blood spilled again on the floor of the blessed ground G-d had walked on and His chosen ones through their tears, sent their children to stop the affront spilling even more innocent blood.... Sign in to see full entry.

I found a star, a yellow, beautiful shinning star, that shines alone in the moonless nights and guides my soul through winding paths, through the many turns I have to make and all the scary places I must pass tittering on the edges so sharp of abysms deep and dark; It keeps me safe. It is my star. Sometimes it shines to the left sometimes to the right, weaving through all the things that cannot be. To avoid the past I twist and turn in its light, while my future calls to me from distant shores I... Sign in to see full entry.

December was almost gone... the holidays were here, but looking all around all I saw was green, for down where I live, winter is just a cool breeze. And I thought to my self as I held your hand and we walked, it does not feel like Christmas... there is no nip in the air, there are no white landscapes sprinkled with gold and red, You looked so sad so your hand a little tighter I held. As we walked slowly down its shore it stroke me how calmed the ocean seemed... there was no Christmas spirit... Sign in to see full entry.

A walk, tranquil, pleasantly numbing, until a falling snowflake reminds me of you, how you tried to capture its magic that day, mixing shapes with words...sitting by the bay. The dance of the snowflakes as they race to the ground, brings me back to that afternoon when we laid on the floor and watched the trees get covered with white jewels, until it got dark and we made love melting the snoflakes away. My heart starts to flutter with the thought of you but I do not want to feel, I like being... Sign in to see full entry.

H er name was Jane, or perhaps that was her name only after it got late, after the sun had set and with it taken all her dreams. When it got dark she would surrender to her fate walking the sidewalks through the silent screams of the hundreds that like her had no other place to be. She walked the streets...did anyone see? Her name was Jane, she walked in the rain not caring what her heart was for, lost among those children of a better world that did not look at her and called her whore. Her step... Sign in to see full entry.

W hat sets our feet upon the road of endless search, through hills and valleys, roaming eyes looking for vague births and undefined beginnings. What great things do we think are there and not amidst the hush of silence. For we are blinded by the colors of the mind, by the fragrance of some lost dream or hope unfinished, What will it look like, that love we think is there? Will he stand waiting with radiant eyes hands outstretched in welcome bestowing all with gifts of answers and final rest?... Sign in to see full entry.

I f you were not here the light of the moon would not shine through my window at night and the stars would lose all their shine with no one to wish on their bright soothing light, the dark would be then so much blacker and the days would be so less bright If you were not here the sun in the east would come up without colors at dawn and the sea would look gray and sad, like my soul when it notices you are gone and my body aches for your heart. And in the west, when the day is dying the sun would... Sign in to see full entry.

T onight while the moon smiles through its silver haze and gentle winds blow through the mystic meadows of your sleeping heart, I will slip into the spaces of your dream, kiss your lips and lovingly say your name. Do not awaken. Just let me love the changing colors of your dansing, iridescent soul. Sign in to see full entry.

E verything has turned the color of steel leaves are gone the trees grow thin Cold air touches my skin. It brings me memories from long ago faded visions of days gone by when freeing my mind I touched the sky Sign in to see full entry.

A re we in paradise? Throw a seed on the ground and it will grow. Make love and in one moment of moving heat a tiny, invisible point of life is conceived and grows and blooms until it rushes forth into the light, a child, a piece of beauty unfolded and free. I think we are, we just don't know it. There is something deeper to this life, to living, something indefinably eternal in spite of our mortality something missed too often. If I could name it I would call it Mystery. If I could see it I... Sign in to see full entry.