Martas poems

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The fat man

I n a small restaurant off the very popular Lincoln road a few blocks from South Beach where the young and famous adore the sun, a sad fat man plays the piano for all of those who there, leisurely take the time to eat their lunch. He sits in front of the piano every day, his large body overflowing the narrow bench which with trembling legs barely supports his weight and in front of him, a Baby Grand, shinny and black with its slanted top always opened... as if it were trying to hide from the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Her kiss...

I ts dark and the air is hot......there is no breeze from the sea, the white sands await in vane of the waves the cool wet kiss, and she sits there on that sand by the edge of the sea dreaming, wanting... hoping... all the while her heart just aching for him. The dark noisy clouds that earlier made the afternoon seem so sad, led the way to a sumber, starless night that weighs heavily on her heart A sliver of a smiling moon shines weakly behind a silver cover of clouds, not bright enough to light... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 28, 2013

100 years

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.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

A song can not celebrate love, for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves within us when we love is bigger than the heart, and flows endlessly from nowhere to all places small. Love is greater, more sublime than us, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our hearts, of our mind. When we find it... this love I speak of, we can retire to the rapture of its miracle, revel in the harmless all consuming, all giving heat of its passion; We can reach that... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

T here is a big bright moon above the city skies, a moon of living dreams, for dreaming life a life lived in brief moments of fulfilled desire, moments that fly fast, past hates and loves, past friendships old and just began; a moon that shines on innocence and sin above minds tired and torn through things that last and those that are gone, kissing with its silver light those who die and those who are born and below it, below that bright shinning moon, smiles and tears that don't make sense... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 25, 2013

I will remember us

T he wind pushing the leaves that had fallen to the floor and were covered in snow towards a mauve colored sunset... and the cold river's water running so slow, as if it did not want to leave us, did not want to go. The trees witnessing our love standing silent where they had always been, their branches moved by that wind making sweet rushing sounds... lulling us to sleep as the clouds dancing in the sky watch us weep- I, I sit here remembering it all with the deafened angst of a submerged... Sign in to see full entry.

If only...

If only she could start anew... but like smoke in the wind her life has evaporated, she is nothing but a dusty road where footprints remain like a shrine to the past. She looks up into the darkness of a night where the stars hide in the rain and she feels like a zero that one ads in vain, like a rose without a scent, like a once thought important but now forgotten date, a traveler on a long trip to nowhere, watching a sad moon through the crying windows of an empty train. She believes she is... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

on words

W ords can tell you things exist you would never have believed did, describe for you the most beautiful sights and teach you all about music even if you cannot hear With words we say I love you for the very first time, and with them we construct poems in our mind. We use them for hellos and for goodbyes, to pray and to damn, to tell the world what we feel and how it is that we came to look and act like this. Words can be sad and make us cry or sweet as sugar and make us smile. Printed words have... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Lets

L ets sit under the shadow of our tree in this vague crepuscular haze and contemplate as we did that day, the water of the river tiptoe its way down to the sea unafraid of what it could encounter... excited for what it would see. Lets surrender again to the wind's shy eloquence and listen to what it has to say when it brushes our hair as it did then. Perhaps the same bird that sang that afternoon of sweet illusions and fears conquered will our story tell only today, it will sing about the many... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

In the forest

. T he sweet dark warmth of a forest at night with its many noises and its utter calm... If you lay on the floor and close your eyes you can feel the tremor of thousands of hearts near and far, all around, mixed in with the scents that the sun and the rain left behind. Laying there on the floor you hear strange sounds soft whispers and loud screams. things touch you and you lay very still for though you don't want to stay there, you know you will and there among the tall mighty trees where... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 21, 2013

The way I've love you...

I have loved you in a way song can not celebrate for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves between us is bigger than we are and flows endesly from nowhere to all places small, without confines... invading it all. This love I felt, this love I feel, is greater, more sublime than we, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our mind... it is the rapture of the miracle that all aspire to know, the place where our anxious minds go to relax in the colors, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

small... tall

I ts gray and bleak all around in the darkened sky where the clouds cry on, walking along, I feel small in the middle of it all and at the same time somehow tall, li ke I could reach the top of those trees that dance back and forth to the music of the wind. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

On the sand...

O n the sand is where I like to stand, watching the sun dip below the worn bridges and graying boat docks, past the green marsh reeds that sway back and forth like a pendulum of nature, under the passionate touch of a whipping wind. The pinks, oranges and yellows born from the sun overwhelm my mind as they dance on the gray stage of this winter sky like eternal lovers waltzing through time. I feel the wind on my face. The salty onshore breeze hastens its pace shaking my soul reminding me of all... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 18, 2013

How can I explain

I want you to understand, but how am I to tell you? How am I to explain how empty the streets crowded with cars are, how lonely I am in the multitudes outside, how sad are all those smiles that mean well, but know nothing of my hell. I have tried to fill my heart with the noises of life but silence is all my aching soul now wants There is no joy left in the sunsets that through tears I watch disappear into the night, or in the coldness of the waves that kiss my feet as I walk down the shore at... Sign in to see full entry.

The cold wind

T he cold wind blows outside, playing with the falling snow each tinny one-of-a-kind flake of which is by itself a work of art, and it knocks on my window wanting to come in, my frigid playful friend, jealous of the warmth inside my room. and so he knocks and knocks, singing a mournful tune leaving on the glass that protects me from him beautiful little snow flakes as a parting gift and thankful, I with wonder fill, because of what I see, for what I feel and for the joy brought to my heart by... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

The wind and me

A s a child I sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind tossing my hair... As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when I used to sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to touch my face. Now as a woman, I have built my nest, but like the swallow... Sign in to see full entry.

Its cold outside

I ts cold outside The stars that fill the sky don't seem to mind for they are as beautiful as ever, bestowing their shine upon a world starved for the clarity of their light The fresh fallen snow that yesterday looked so white, so pure and white, today seems muddier, darkened, a casualty of time, and loose flakes fly about in the coolness of the night pushed by the North wind that still blows hard..., The romantic rushing of ocean waves combines with the soft moans of that wind and together they... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Happiness is the unrequested soft kiss of a child who does not want or need anything from you except the assurance that you love him too. It is seeing the soft light of the sun steaming through a window's glass to illuminate your room and thinking that it has traveled millions of miles just to first thing in the morning make you smile Happiness is giving your heart in a kiss and in a touch understanding heaven exists Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I am home

I t rains and I look for what is missing in this heart of mine, walking by the shore, where all memories are imperviously edged by the hands of time. There is no one else on the beach, just me walking among the dream like shapes raindrops draw on the sand as the waves sensually kiss my feet. How wonderful this heavenly bath feels, cool and awakening, embracing and sweet. The wetness that surrounds all has no beginning, no end, there is no rain, no ocean, no wind... it all combines in a surreal... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

As if there were no yesterdays, no tommorrows, no time

I remember dawn lighting up the glass and soft colors drawing on the wall the magic we had felt the night before. There was a trail of kisses through the sand to the shore where filled with passion we had laid, and I felt your hand still holding mine, as if we were connected... as if we were one, as if there were no yesterdays, no tomorrows, no time. Sign in to see full entry.

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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009

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