Archive for ‘Martina’

August 14, 2013

Refilled and Restored

by Martha L Shaw

marriage

It was late.

I was tired.

All was quiet.

I needed to hear your voice

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May 21, 2013

Giving up

by Chatty Owl

I hate you.
Your blunt way of avoiding me,
in a manner
of the cold state of my coffee.
Your frosty words,
that are more frigid
than your heart.
Where the hell are you?

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May 7, 2013

Drifted

by Chatty Owl

Drifted hearts
beat to a rhythm
of a whistling wind –
not in tune,
but
making noise all the same.
Troubles,
like red pulsating clots
bleed their way
into the stream of my life,

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April 21, 2013

One

by Chatty Owl

One word
to let you down or
out of misery.
One step –
to jump across
or fall in

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April 16, 2013

Blinded

by Chatty Owl

Cattle
set wild,
like gold fishes into the ocean –
wet scales
into unknown waters.
Literally.

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April 13, 2013

Saturday cooking: Nonet

by Chatty Owl

It’s green, zesty orange and yellow,
bright chilli colour on fingers,
inauguration of smells,
aroma in my mouth,

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April 6, 2013

Reminiscing

by Chatty Owl

Dirty taste of wet water.
Don’t remember all the sins I committed,
but
I still dip my toes and run my fingertips
in a shamefully disguised surprise
about
how sinister my past is.

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March 28, 2013

Insomnia: Haiku.

by Chatty Owl

Longing temptations

make eyelids forget to sleep

you are a torment.

March 19, 2013

Bright Happy Future (Poetry challenge: Easter Bunny)

by Chatty Owl

Warm tickles of the sun,
in egg-yolk-yellow.
I rest my eyelids shut,
as if assuring world around me
that
I’m fine.
Inhale the breeze,
soak in the fluffy clouds,

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March 12, 2013

Bridges

by Chatty Owl

You say,

bridges are built,
so him and her
could cross rivers over,
in order to hold hands,
even for a brief moment.
You say,
these steel and concrete giants
are here to remind us
of all the forced decisions
we took,
because we had to,
as we march across the cement pavements,
reaching destinations,
A to B.
March 5, 2013

Future. Past. Swapped over

by Chatty Owl

These stories about your life,

they remind me of exclamation marks –
loud sounds with no impact,
just an airless vacuum of preservation’s.
You take me by the hand
and tell me all about your dreams
of our future,
February 27, 2013

Tripping

by Chatty Owl

Eyes. Closed.
Mouth. Not.
Neither are legs.
Hands. Locked.
Together with yours.
Above us.
Smells. Intensified.
Movements. Quicker.
Than the heart rate.
Lover-like. Affairs.
Animal-like. Actions.
Us. Lusting.
Over each other.
With no. Happy end.
To finish off. With.