Sandra Martyres Poems

Sitting alone at twilight
On the waters edge
Watching the waves
Lash the shore
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A trendy new restaurant
In a chic part of the city
The family was celebrating
The arrival of their new puppy
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I cannot relax and read a book
There is always dinner to cook
I cannot think of staring into space
I may miss a chance in the rat race
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Each time I am depressed
Or feeling low
I turn to God
I send up a little prayer
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A parasite visited me
And did climb up
My leg gingerly
By the time it reached my knee
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The lovely fragrance of flowers
Pervades the whole atmosphere
Ceramic pots of little violets hang
Against the indigo coloured screens
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Whiling away his time
Crushing dry toast and
Spraying the crumbs
In the porch
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Dark clouds on the horizon
As the family assembled
In their ancestral home to
Visit their octogenarian Mother
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A gentle wind blows
Across the meadows and fields
Tossing leaves around
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Lying on a beach in silence
Watching the setting sun as
Shades of orange and red
Flash across the grey skies
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