Marieta Maglas Poems

A juerga with flamenco guitars,
With fires blooming like red flowers,
Folks dancing in the moonlight
The dance of wounded souls,
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The air is heavy,
Hard and sharp,
Because of the interplanetary forces.
A rolling stone rain is falling,
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I live in that
Seemingly
Misapprehended
Solitude,
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Extraterrestrial humans have transited through a warp,
Galactic gate to this world wanting to engage with us.
They sought treaties with our First Diplomatic Corp.
'Mayan descendants coming from Nibiru', wrote the press.
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By Marieta Maglas and Dr. Subhendu Kar

The moon gleams descend to rock the night, where
the void of universe haunts the dreams, in which
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A bleeding cloud
envisioned into the mirror
of a water-eye
is like a face losing its lines,
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Unspoken words are the first in your voice sheen,
And missing love is a place in your heart green.
I scream when my tearing sad soul becomes dim.
We're no longer inside of our cosmic rim.
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Wimpling wings
in the twinkling lights and
eyes to weep
in the downing dawn's blue ink
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The raindrops make a weave like any spider web
To keep hanging the walking sadness in the air.
On cobbled streets, the people hear the music ebb.
The clouds are choleric dreams in the sunny glare.
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Irreversibly, the yellow of the sun slips into


the leaves. Placidly, they fall from the Jabuticaba trees to the black
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