MARIETA MAGLAS

 

Aubade

 

Writing that sonata comes from your desire to

explore the exquisite crush of

certain musical ideas. As I listen to you,

I'm gazing at Henri Matisse's scissors-

painted masterpiece entitled 'The Sky'.

Those soaring white birds resemble

moving hieroglyphics. In our ancient sun of

concealment, this Sunday dawn seems so different!

A few golden rays weave a web to create

new complex, eye-catching life spirals.

 

Your piano composition is about

rising dreams and falling angels.

This unusual rocking time is

gradually lightening your hair.

Two Mizutani shears that appear 

to have been forgotten are resting

on a chair similar to the ones seen

in cut and curl shops.

 

Our salon is meant to be a place where

many artists meet, not just for cuts and curls.

There are spiral stairs in the house that lead to

the Lonely Street. Although

we don't celebrate Sundays, I believe

it is a good idea to do so because

people are reminded to give their all to

the Lord on these days.

 

The silence breaks to guard

the door to your safe room. Now and then,

I hear your sonata's notes, which sound like

those footsteps in our hallway that vanish.  

'Tis a new Sunday, but old tears fall from

the clouds' eyes. Still, the critics

don't want to miss hearing you perform on the piano.

There is a sense of dawn or

ancient hieroglyphic writing for the music.

 

In The Casino

 

His single-mindedness has been gone. 

Became contradictory.

Relinquished to fight

his chimera. 

 

Now, he denudes and takes off himself.

Dismembers.

His lulls have to shape

his abyss and open

the portal of enlightenment, which he does

not have without

identifying his emptiness.

All his convictions are to be cut off.

His voice becomes inaudible 

while having to epitomize

his epic, a life-being

not even wrong,

nor any sigh can be heard.

 

She Is Like No One Else.

 

In the casino, the piano swallows the heavy notes

instead of him, while

dropping them one by one into 

an imperceptible mouth

until the culmination.

 

A quarter is lost.

She is forgotten. 

She is no more

his mirror.

Her age is wrapped in wistfulness.

 

His robotic carrion needs

life for raising the balance of his money-

nickel rocking rocks to change the destinies.

 

He has never hoped to be a better one.

He forced himself to become a true story

of life.

The entire life,

he has been a poetic dreamer~

locked inside his oppressive subconscious.

 

He has never stopped questioning himself

about the world around him

even when he was afraid to live.

Ceaselessly, he has balanced his beliefs, 

just as he would 

like to bend some sounds

for no more sadness over true life stories.

 

Now, she is no longer his tomorrow,

albeit he is still in love with her

and tries to be

a compassionate one.

 

MARIETA MAGLAS

 

MARIETA MAGLAS: The Oddville Press, Sybaritic Press, Prolific Press, Silver Birch Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Dashboard Horus, Al-Khemia Poetica: A Women's Arts and Writing Journal, Southern Arizona Press, Journal of the Akita International Haiku Network, The Queer Gaze, PentaCat Press, Coin-Operated Press, Mayari Literature, Synchronized Chaos, Republic Magazine, Ardus Publications, 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 and Art Featuring Everybody's Favorite Female Sleuth, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Three Line Poetry, Tanka Journal, and The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry. The editor of The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry, Yossi Faybish edited her poetry book, Cubic Words. She is a co-author for A Divine Madness: An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry, Enchanted- Love Poems and Abstract Art, The Auroras and Blossoms PoArtMo Anthology: 2020 Edition, and Women of One World.