Sunday, October 1, 2023

MARIETA MAGLAS

 


Play Divinely My Tarnished Piano

 

Your fingers could play these old keyboards

on this tarnished piano,

which is our love.

 

They would crack the same sound.

 

It might mean sweet music

while keeping our reality not to disappear.

You're still in my love memory, although sometimes,

I need to make it a new reality.

You and your very wished piano were against

my loneliness.

You know I cannot come to our place,

although once, a long time ago,

 

I swore to do everything to be there.

 

I keep this love safe in my heart.

Another sky for your eyes

and another living space

to adapt could quench your thirst for freedom.

It seems that freedom without love

is possible,

but love without freedom is not possible.

 

Elizabethan Sonnet For Autumn

 

The rain falls silkier than spider webs.

The woe hangs down from tensioned high vaults in mid-air.

The long old streets for walkers are at a low ebb.

The clouds have new choleric dreams in the sun's glare.

 

It rai

ns with shattered happiness on the live scene~

Like giant snakes, lightning can coil in the bitter sky.

Beckoning the stubborn sunbeams for the last green,

The blind blow of the gale is a challenging cry.

 

The cold rain doesn't stop amid the fever dreams.

Nature's dismay will disappear in ignorance.

All young, slim buds can wait on the maternal limbs,

But the spring's milky grin remains a remembrance.

 

 

No thought of shattered happiness will be so near.

In the frost, all the stubborn sunbeams disappear.

 

Bioelectromagnetic Golden Temples

 

Holy words to drive off

raised thoughts,

to cut some meanings,

to pour down all the depths,

and to warm our winter within.

Bloom of life

to accompany old songs

hidden in new hymns-

human misery and degradation.

Sufferings to rise up

in the air of shrouded sanctums.

Self-bright sun to descend from

a symbiotic sky, every evening,

to make everything golden-

the rivers, the rivers, the rivers.

Hopes to be carried home,

to be eaten like gold.

Time to be broken,

to be danced in its armor-

by hurricanes, by eternity

towards anarchy and chaos.

 

MARIETA MAGLAS

 

MARIETA MAGLAS: The Oddville Press, Sybaritic Press, Prolific Press, Silver Birch Press, Ardus Publications, Dashboard Horus, Al-Khemia Poetica: A Women's Arts and Writing Journal, Southern Arizona Press, Journal of the Akita International Haiku Network, and others published the poems of Marieta Maglas in anthologies like Near Kin: A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler, The Oddville Press Summer 2018, Nancy Drew Anthology: Writing&Art Featuring Everybody's Favorite Female Sleuth, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Three Line Poetry, Tanka Journal, and The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry, Yossi Faybish, who edited her poetry book, Cubic Words. She is a co-author for A Divine Madness: An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry, and Enchanted- Love Poems and Abstract Art.

 


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