Martas poems

T he sweet smell of the early morning air laden with jasmine scents, softly reminded me I was there and invading my senses stripped my soul bare of the tiredness and stiffness of the city where I'd dwelled. I remembered that place. Every childhood morning I had woken up to its music, to mockingbirds singing praise, to the hush of the wind rushing through the cornfields, and to that limpid blue sky which sight made even the weeping willows smile. I was very little, but I remembered well the... Sign in to see full entry.

A leaf floats slowly, in the warm sunset glow, falling ever so gently towards the wet, fertile soil, and as it drifts down, it turns gracefully in the breeze, dancing around to the music of the waves braking on the reef. Once green, now gold,. it flutters about as do my hopes. I, as this leaf, drift along, spinning always in a downwards slope, all the while dancing with fate, believing without knowing, loving, without hate leaving dreams above me as I dive into the world, looking, searching, but... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

I can remember when summer lasted for ever... We built castles in the sand, went camping in the woods and the long days filled with fun seemed to crawl slowly to their end under a smiling sun. Sweet memories of running barefoot in the grass, beautiful wild flowers watching us pass while swaying in the fragrant humid breeze, framing with their vivid colors the intensity of that clumsy first kiss. Rainy afternoons spent just talking away or lazily napping in the shack by the lake. We were so... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

Y ou don't really know me, but how I love to read your words. They come alive and seduce me, dance in front of me like fire, like a wind that speaks softly in my ear the secrets of the world. Your every word...every thought, is poetry, Like wine, I only desire more of you with each sip. You have become my world.. your skin, the earth.... your thoughts, the seasons..... your eyes, the heavens, it is in you that I feel alive. So write, write my love, and as you do, I will be the one you never knew Sign in to see full entry.

N ever have I felt so intensely the passage of time as that night when you slowly, secretly took all the dreams that were mine and made them come true incredibly... ever so slowly, making me sigh as clouds covered the stars in the night sky Never were you more tranquil or more impatient than that night the night when we dreamed what could not be, when we illuminated the dark and ignored our doubts, when your hands explored my nakedness as if they knew every route as if your fingers had created... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

T he sounds of night in the hospital ward are nothing like those I've heard before and as I lay awake while all others try to sleep in the emptiness of my transparent room I seem to detect the noises of those that are no more, their sighs and sobs, their laughs, their screams.. float in the air within my glass confine and as the nurse in front of me checks her watch for the time unaware of what goes on all around, the sad presences that everywhere abound cross the boundaries of time and come to... Sign in to see full entry.

I open my eyes and allow my mind to fill with the softness and harshness of all that there is capturing the beauty of the simplest things... so easily, so simply as if all I had to do to see their shine were to breathe deeply, and become them one by one. The fact that I don't know exactly where I am or why this intense pain stabs my back everytime I move, seems somehow to be irrelevant, it gets lost in the chemical euphoria of the morphine drip and as I watch the rain through the crying glass of... Sign in to see full entry.

Hey guys... Thank you for all the good wishes and prayers... They are working! and I am getting better all the time. The operation was spinal surgery and as you know it takes a while to recover... but thankfully everything went well. I miss writing so much, and I miss yo guys even more... but they do not let me type, ( as it is now I had to bribe my daughter to bring me the lap top and let me use it for a few minutes) but not to worry... I will get back to reading your wonderful poems again very... Sign in to see full entry.

I am going to have surgery in a few hours... Probably will be gone a couple of days. I will miss you all. Pray for me xoxoxo Sign in to see full entry.

I want... the glow of this sunset to drench my veins with the golden warmth that from it emanates. I want that very first kiss back so that I can feel what I then felt. I want the earth to move, my body to vibrate everything to tell me to melt, I want to linger by the shore of that lake with closed eyes, sitting in the hood of your car, next to you, and just fly, I want to watch the full moon in the sky shine forgetting about everything else, even time. I want to talk in the phone for hours on... Sign in to see full entry.

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

S ometimes... the stars align at a place and a time in which things that are magical can be... not often, but sometimes, we meet another at that precise moment and we click... and its just wonderful for it feels simple and natural and so very sweet, and we get close to that person, feeling when we are with them comfortable in our own skin as if they brought the best out in us, as if we were complete. What a miracle that is... what a gift and we should enjoy every last bit of the time we are... Sign in to see full entry.

A nd when I die, I pray I can stay in the colors that in the sunset glow to remind those who doubt that there is Love. I would like to be like a sudden wind gust that closes windows and opens doors and exist behind a magical mirror giving the ones that gaze upon it new hope, If G-d pretmits me, at night, I will haunt the ruins of this old house walking for ever its corridors to the rhythm of the rushing of the sea, a ghost that no one will see, propelled by memories...quiet as a mouse, crying... Sign in to see full entry.

I will hear the wind softly name you some day as the sound and strength of a storm test my faith and my eyes will fill with tears as I sit by the shore of the sea you adored and enjoyed so much. The smell of the impending rain will remind me of the way you used to hold on to me, while in the bay, the storm's waves our little anchored boat would sway and how reflected in your eyes, the lightning would shine as suddenly and brightly as it did in our sky. Our love was so great, so fleetingly sweet,... Sign in to see full entry.

O ut there, at the world's highest point, where the rays of the sun the Earth anoint with beautiful colors that blend in thin air, creating thousands of visions that dance and flare. Up there where it seems that by extending a hand one could touch heaven, where the mind can warmly expand while everything becomes the cold of the snow; Up where the night has a sweet, strange glow; High up there, so near G-d, one learns that the silence is all and sometimes sees forever in the flight of the soul. Sign in to see full entry.

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.

I t's growing dark. The sun is is bowing to the moon and the moon smiles back. The great painting has begun: Dashes of orange and purple and subtle yellow hues relieve the blue of day with a fond goodnight. Birds retire and Nature's noises subtly change I am bathed in glowing silver as I walk alone looking, listening, Its all so beautiful, so simple, so complex. The breeze that caresses the trees touches my soul and the stars above begin to shine, I suddenly can smell the fragrance of hair I... Sign in to see full entry.