Martas poems

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Thursday, February 21, 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 leaves, the flowers, Life is renewed by the tiny drops of water that reflect the light, which just minutes... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The night dreams its blue

T he black night dreams it is blue and the stars seem to group together as if they were discussing the beauty of a moon that shines round and magnificent, queen of the sky, bathing everything below her in silvery light. A bird rehearses a new song perched on a snow covered tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. I am alone in the dark. Time does not exist Nothing is real in this night that shouldn't be Only I am here, only me, my sad memories and this dream... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

TOnight

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 my love... Just let me love the changing colors of your dansing, iridescent soul. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 18, 2013

The rain...

T he rain in the city was either sad, soft and persistent or torrential and inconvenient, but always inconsequential, for instead of being an event the rain falling on the buildings always became part of the city itself, not stopping anything, not changing much... but today, in the forest, the rain was special, magical, intense, and with the infinite possibilities of its wet touch, it drenched the trees, the soil, my soul melting upon all, with an immense confused sound not unlike that of a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Winter Ghosts

W hite winter skies, drained of blues, Blank, but not empty, like canvases erased. Ghosts of past clouds run within them, stirred by cold, misty humid winds. My ghosts are also disturbed by the empty sight of nothingness, ghosts of ideas and feelings that once were, essences that remained behind when I thought I had forgotten, images of those I have loved and lost... they all come back to haunt me, when I stare at the sky, on white, blank, winter days. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

How I love this time of the night...

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.

Friday, February 15, 2013

If I could...

if I could... I would take the colors of the sunset and draw in the sky a brand new world tailored to you and to your needs, where cat’s claws stayed always curled and your thoughts would all be sweet. There would be no nightmares in your world no long weeks of work, no fatigue, absolutely no suffering, for pain would not exist, Hunger would not be a word because no one would know what it meant. Sickness, totally non existent, children would run, laugh and play and bad memories would not be... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

As naturally as the wind blows... we love

There is no preparation for Love, no manual to read... no set road to follow It just happens, and when it does, we love simply because we do, no reasons needed, no explanations necessary and there is magic in the indefinable miracle that is love, Just as the flower which comes out of its seed and the rain that falls from its cloud are... Love Is As the wind that when blowing does not know that its blowing but yet it blows... and its the wind we feel love...even if we do not yet know we are... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Remembering...

The sky is gray... gray like the fading shadows of things that happened long ago and behind its crying clouds there is still a warm red sun hiding from the selfish whims of all of those that want to swim and for its absence today morn. The beach is deserted... like it was that day. Again the crowds are gone as if the lack of light would have chased them away, so I pretend it is just there for me, this wonderful wet beach, that brings my memories to life and I walk kicking the waves that like... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

who knows... could be... perhaps soon...

I stand alone and listen to the tune the cold wind murmurs outside. perhaps jelaous of the warmth that hugs my room All night long I listen to it and to the rain tapping sad lonely melodies upon my window's glass while the sea down below, whipped into a frenetic trance sends its waves to caress the empty shore and rhythmically, continuously, at its edge dances, sometimes reaching deep, further inland. others barely touching the thisty sand of the coastline that separates the ocean from what once... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Tonight

Tonight 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, from that special place in my soul whispering all the words softly into my ear so I just... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

My heart ...

My heart watches another's heart wallow in pain and sorrow and wants to tell him to remember that there will always be a tomorrow, that the hurt will subside, become more like a dull ache, that one day he'll awake noticing the night has ended and the sun that has risen has tinted his skies with color. My heart wants to assure his heart, that without knowing why... one day soon he will smile, he will feel no more pain, no more horror, and all the feelings paralyzed by pain, all of a sudden will... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

The snow has stopped...

T he snow has stopped and the world looks like a painting. White wispy strokes swirling on a dark and gloomy sky... almost olive green, such as I have never seen, beautiful in its own sad way hypnotic, passionate, intense, for the winds left over from the storm have not subsided yet and they push things around as they play shaking the trees that glisten in the muted light of a tired sun that prefers to hide. I like this subdued, whimsical clarity that envelopes me as I walk in the wetness of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

The memory of that smile...

H e dreamed his paintings long before their birth, in sleepless nights when feverish he tossed in bed visions and images filling his head. He would approach the canvass and touch it as if it were alive caressing the blank surface with the paint less brushes creating invisible forms of the feelings in his mind Hour after hour he would stare at that blankness not eating, not talking, impervious of time Sometimes she felt afraid for his sanity, for his health, but laying next to him, there was... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

HEr name was Jane

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.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

'till the stars all burn away

I will hold your hand in the morning and let you guide me into a bright new day and through the soft rays of the raising sun I will walk with you... and pray Enchanted by the marvel of your love I will shade my eyes from the light of your soul as I do from the sun itself and instead of being blinded by its glow I will relish the subtle tones of pink and blue that color my life, since I have you When noon comes and shadows disappear, and the pavement burns, so will my heart burn with desire for... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

She could not forget him. She never understood why. Perhaps it was because she had loved him from afar as from a bedroom window one loves and is hypnotized by the forbidden star that appears the farthest in one's sky, the one that shines the brightest; or maybe because like that star he was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of her mind, dream after dream keeping her safe, quieting her screams, and she could always count on his sweet light. Whatever it was... though their... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

I wish...

I look outside and see the soft light of a setting sun bathing the naked trees in my backyard... A surreal sight, to look outside and find everything painted in mauve light, as if the fingers of the new born night had reached out from the other side to caress and ease the world into the dark. I wish there was some special light that would envelope my aching heart and ease it into its goodnight. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Tell me, please

W here would the sea go without a shore to come home to? The mighty sea, what would it do with its miles and miles of clear blue water, rushing endlessly towards that strip of sand, to meet its destiny, to meet its land, if it were to realize that there is nothing there, nothing to find? Where would the sun rays go without a meadow to shine upon? The all powerful sun, with all its colors, brightness and warmth, what would it do without the world, with no soft skins to tan, no flowers to help... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Dreaming with what just might be

I t had been raining for several days, a heavy steady rain with numbing sounds that murmured a name. Everything was gray and frozen. The cold sipped through my skin making me tremble... and want... and remember... a touch, a kiss. They were wonderfully terrible wet nights full of the sounds of the rushing waters and wind, nights I could have sworn G-d had made for me to think. But today, the lake water is blue. very blue and blinding with sun. There are bubbling streams everywhere running over... Sign in to see full entry.

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