Marieta Maglas Poems

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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Bronze bells' breeze of September showers,
Freezing fluttering fragile flowers,
Tearing the time's tide tactile sense
May leave long love's lighting lance intense.
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Her rags made her feel imprisoned

in an invisible cage.
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I am in the shadow of that reality
that will become existent.

I feel the solar spring
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I have heard the Robin Birds
chirping and singing- a pray
at the start of a new dawn- words
and dreams for your birthday.
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Beyond this frozen yonder,
a rain of love and sacrifice
unfroze the still, red rose.
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Dressed in an African free gown,
She has never been on her own.
Drinks coffee because she's alone.
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Something within the mountain~
a sadness that seeps through the walls;
no human voice; mist to cover all;
cicada becoming only decorative art;
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The lead ideas fell on thinking as those
voices coming from a bad dream. The yellow
of the daisies became sharper than the
serpents' teeth, and the fragrant sun
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