Poetry Blog by MARIA ELENA
Robert Haigh on Ignorant to society (8 days ago)
Nicola Beckett on Death (Wed, 22 Jul 2020 05:50 pm)
Our ignorance makes colour just an illusion
We latch onto black and white for vision
Purifying our naivety, protecting our fears
Whether it be blood, sweat, or tears; no trace can be found
Recognition is the key to unearth beyond our judgemental lines.
We deny ourselves the truth, yet believe in immortality.
Observing a bag soar through the wind
Can you feel its freedom?...
Sunday 13th September 2020 10:39 pm
So many nights I have rested beneath the unnerved sky,
plucking the strings of a lyre.
Sacrificed made decisions to be free-spirited.
I'm living the life of a Bohemian
comforted by desires and serenity
just like a canvas invites paint to a dance.
Red wine spices my tongue
feeling the essence as I swallow.
Wiping the discoloured effect from my lips.
Strewn grass caresses my feet
Sunday 26th July 2020 7:51 pm
Penetrating through soft light clouds: airspace; blended for all who dare to impress.
Assiduous Amy Johnson did just that: a derring-do role model: a legacy;
relative in the minds of many that still lives on.
Renowned for her solo flight: London to Australia in 1930.
Transcended the hitherto, male domination, seizing world-recognition.
Flying away from ground possessions, flying amongst the s...
Sunday 26th July 2020 7:13 pm
from her silky long hair,
a fine, structured bridge: her collarbone.
of fine, pert breasts
and erect nipples.
Caressing nude skin.
A delicate, seductive, touch.
Sunday 26th July 2020 6:43 pm
Death is a heartless Bastard!
A rotten, snarling thief!
And all that remains
are feeble words
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 3:18 pm
Don't stop when the music stops
Even when the fever drops
The castanets have ceased to play
The romance in your eyes I see
Could I take you away with me?
I'll take you through the rain
Where the light remains
The only rhythm of the day
Where the sound of the patter
Which really doesn't matter
It's insane that the rain
Could make me feel this way
Sunday 12th July 2020 12:06 pm
O' if you could see the Devil's grin, would you trespass on his mortal sea?
Thy is no sanctuary to those perils, bound phlegmatic men;
whose hands labour in enemy boundaries.
O' trawler men, who art thou unite in brethren, fight incoming battles; torrential weather.
Many address the danger, huddled together; trying to keep warm
but we know death is no friend and is always hungry for more.
Friday 10th July 2020 7:09 pm
From the balcony I see her
In the composure of the night
The Bailaora takes over the streets
As she absorbs the mood into the moonlight
I perceive the Jaleadors and Jaleadoras
Providing the ultimate rhythmic Palma
She smiles enticingly.
Arms held high
Above her head
She looks so sturdy
So proud of herself
Her hands turn inwards
Then the zap...
Friday 10th July 2020 6:56 pm