Friday, 3 November 2023

Two Poems by Marieta Maglas

 



Still Living

 

There is a remaining time before death.

‘Tis nothing but aging.

Breath of the memories in a brittle air,

not yet frozen.

Feather armours of the paired birds

in a flight for foraging

when love needs seeds of life.

Cloudy high sky in the fall

when life loses light. Needs not to be hectic.

Maybe a little bit hedonic.

Sceptical folks are still not willing to act

but to go within and find their stillness.

Maybe they search for what makes sense

to fall in with it or maybe not. Seeking armours.

A self-awareness regarding passing

or disappearance.


 

Losing Hope

 

She doesn't lose her hope while

praying. 'Tis not simple at all,

especially when the bells ring

for everything that can rise

and doesn't rise, but sinks.

 

A scream may mean

a nightmare or a fence circling the holiness

when the infinite is inward.

Life is an illusion or

a mask of an ego to roll it down

into that chaos bigger than Mare Imbrium or

Sea of Showers. She thinks she has enough.

 

Yet, she is thankful to God,

though her empty-eyed life looks like

a glass-blowing robot or like

an empty crystal of Murano.

Maybe she wants an ending,

not to be saved.

 

Maybe she needs to think

and to understand the senselessness

of her human condition.

She cannot keep up with anything new

while being blocked in between

disappearing things.

 

Her shadow grows inwardly,

grows into a gnawing fear,

and draws an eerie silence on the walls.

 

While chewing all her cubic dreams,

she is afraid either of losing herself,

either of her metamorphosis.

 

The return into her inner hole

is a ringed crawl, not a resignation,

and maybe a rocking laugh.

Above her head, a few clouds

stand on the verge of their lightning.

 

Maybe she needs God,

but she thinks of those questions

without answers; drowning her needs in drinking.

She falls into another psychedelic sleep

in which she cannot pray.

Maybe to be in the arms of Morpheus is

a haven to wake up in Heaven.

When should a word be considered lost?

 



 

Marieta Maglas - The Oddville Press, Sybaritic Press, Prolific Press, Silver Birch Press, Ardus Publications, Dashboard Horus, Al-Khemia Poetica: A Women's Arts and Writing Journal, Southern Arizona Press, Journal of the Akita International Haiku Network, and others published the poems of Marieta Maglas in anthologies like Near Kin: A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler, The Oddville Press Summer 2018, Nancy Drew Anthology: Writing&Art Featuring Everybody's Favourite Female Sleuth, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Three Line Poetry, Tanka Journal, and The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry, Yossi Faybish, who edited her poetry book, Cubic Words. She is a co-author for A Divine Madness: An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry, Enchanted- Love Poems and Abstract Art.


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