Marieta Maglas Poems

Everything we do
Is pointless a life-cruel joke
Of our own free will.
...

You gave me your love,
while that night was pouring down.
I thought it was in Eden or dreams.
I could hear the rain whispering your name.
...

Your dream is existent.
It is a galactic spin;
it is electric, rhythmic,
resonant, and lunar,
...

Hollow-eyed shades
of human beings,

human beings
...

Still dressed in fig leaves,
they continued to search for
the image of God within.
For they had not known
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The ozone layer
So thin that we can die
In the next few years.
...

Stay thirsty.
Don't look for
traditional water wells.
Be open to what you can reach
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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,
...

I live in that
Seemingly
Misapprehended
Solitude,
...