Sandra Martyres Poems

Lying inert on his creaking bed
The old man entertained himself
Watching a spider spinning a web
...

At the break of dawn each day
when I awake
my eyes invariably stray
to that niche in the wall
...

In our current
Celebrity obsessed culture
Many people establish
A symbiotic relationship
...

Who am I
A news maker
A political shaker
A conscience wakener
...

He loathed it when he had to go out;
he was the one whom the boys
laughed and joked about.
Here comes our three-legged stool!
...

I danced with you - last night
In my dream
It was our favourite - the Viennese Waltz
In my dream
...

The blank screen
Stares me in the face
What should I write about
A poem on love
...

He is still quacking aloud
At the age of seventy- five
He is Donald Fauntelroy Duck
Of Disney fame
...

On a cold wintry evening marked by clear skies
The image of a golden ball shines on the ocean
The young artist concentrates on the water
And keenly observes the changing colours
...