Martas poems for Friday, July 5, 2013

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.

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.