MARIETA MAGLAS

 

Quintuple Etheree for a Blind Reality

 

Hollow-eyed shades

of human beings,

 

human beings

cogitating on jazz music,

 

jazz penetrates the deep silence

of the bleeding angels,

 

angels in a fight for

the awakening of this blind reality,

 

wars,

racism,

asylums,

prostitution,

anxious women,

terrorist attacks,

public executions,

illegal immigration,

dengue fever, songs, low wages,

Zika and Chikungunya viruses,

 

human cells combined with mammal fetuses,

monetization of the objects

emblazoned clothes & precious stones,

Islamist militancy,

meteorite impacts,

vegetation fires,

crucifixions,

kidnappings,

sphinxes,

crimes,

 

drugs,

cocktails,

birth defects,

huge ocean waves,

ISIS strategies,

sexual harassments,

sales of stolen artifacts,

multiple vortex tornadoes,

quakes striking near the plate boundaries,

children murdered in egregious crackdowns,

 

food securities for starving people,

changes in refugee policies,

landslides, Monsoon rains, new flash floods,

seasonal unemployment,

nuclear disasters,

smiling volcanoes,

price increases,

naked bodies,

hairstyles,

dreams,

 

cubes,

glasses,

gas stations,

interim work,

glacier calving,

protests blocking the roads,

new theatrical triumphs,

ill kids not displaying symptoms,

macroeconomic policies,

silent strategies of democracies,

 

different drivers having

different styles to run their cars,

 

cars blinking their headlights

while their motors scream,

 

screaming trees and revolvers

that shoot up walls to write lyrics,

 

lyrics of jazz penetrating the silence

of the bleeding angels,

 

angels in a fight for

the awakening of this new reality.

 

Cosmic Alarm

 

Eons marked by uncertainty and imbalance,

novel models for our souls and minds,

flowers emerging from stone crevices,

the unconscious becoming aware,

 

the interconnectivity among the pieces of

this cosmic convolution, where Jehovah

reveals the Wisdom of simplicity in the mortal,

unexplored depths of knowledge, the cowardice

 

as an Indigenous, universal human reality on

the verge of extinction while losing the strength

to prevent the outcome, the synchronization of nature

with existence, a new era of unfathomable strictness,

 

human awakening, the highest and deepest dimensions of

existence, Black Road or Xibalba Be, some energy changes,

the moment at its scriptural zero point, the complete expulsion

shooting skyward, the Milky Way's nuclear bulge, the magnificent

 

waves, the cosmic alarm clock ringing in our minds, a period of

change leaving seeds for the future, the spiral evolution, existing

between two significant seconds with our thoughts in duality,

teetering between the extremes of extinction and illumination.

 

Flamenco Dance

Nonet, Kyrielle Sonnet, Terzanelle, and Free Verse

 

In a juerga, there's nothing around

But voices, flamenco guitars,

Dancing bodies in moonlight,

Vibrant gypsy dresses,

Passion, obsessions,

Bullfighter's blades,

Silk shawls,

Dancers,

Capes.

Old men have faces scorched and cracked,

Flamenco women to attract,

Like barks of olive trees at night.

Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.

 

Girls have boot heels and the roses,

Men clench their teeth, step opposes,

Hands clap and shout in a dance fight,

Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.

 

Guitars are beaten at high speeds,

Castanets scratch the music's seeds,

Rhythmic fingers snap air to bite,

Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.

 

Old men have faces scorched and cracked,

Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.

 

Hands becoming wings

In their shadows on the wall,

Red becoming black and

Black becoming white,

Motion vibrating the guitar's string,

 

Cubic movements of colors,

In their dance,

Shadowy wings becoming scarfs,

Flamenco woman arching her body,

Showing her passion…

 

From the soul to dissolve

The dancing sounds detach

From the soul to dissolve

 

When the movement they catch,

 They may change all around,

The dancing sounds detach.

 

Drums and tambourines sound,

Exotic wrists and swirls,

They may change all around.

 

The weightless grace makes girls

Steal treasures from the air,

Exotic wrists and swirls.

 

With beautiful black hair,

Rise like birds, fall like leaves.

Steal treasures from the air,

 

Having tricked up their sleeves,

From the soul to dissolve,

Rise like birds, fall like leaves

From the soul to dissolve.

 

Spicy slippery steps

Waiting for a clue,

Picking up portions of pink

Of hyper-femininity,

Overflowing screwy sounds

In heavy red chromesthesia,

Morphing themselves into glamorous,

Red feminine movements,

All men look like marble statues being alive,

Seemingly cracking.

Slowly diminishing their dancing rhythm,

Steps cutting sweet sounds

To hear the horn of some lost happiness.

 

 

MARIETA MAGLAS