That day the sun hid its face, too ashamed
to be outshone by the light in your eyes,
the moon and stars were waiting to exhale
the magical mayhem of our romance,
defying ocean’s endless restless tides
and time’s defenseless vulgar mortal jail.
Bright sparks the beat of your enduring heart,
bright sparks mine to answer in the travail
of such joy as life stingily provides~
love is as precious as the finest art
and is the sweetest gale.
My muse blew a fuse
Without excuse fealty did recuse
In jilting fashion without compassion
Tendered passion did stingily ration
Lofty discourse from pen did divorce
With no remorse absconded every resource
My inspiration turned to perspiration
Hopeless itinerant somewhat penitent
The bartered lexicon I did recon
A vagrant shill seeking to rill
The run-off spill pages to fill
A pilfered title would move engine from idle
An embezzled theme would ideas stream
A trite rhyme would be sublime
A pawned metaphor to open the door
A brokered simile; a borrowed metonymy
Would re-collect the literary dialect
Now shorn from mind so forlorn
Shredded rays of honey light,
Chirping melody of petite creatures,
The ambiance filled with rosy cherries,
The day aglow with pleasant memories.
Each year it races in my heart,
Amongst the notions of the past and future soon to come.
I read the scented ancient books and speak the words of wisdom,
And yet the years pass slowly by gifting wisdom stingily.
A swirl of champagne bubbles and melting chocolate cake,
The icing grows thicker with each coming year.
I hear the smile,
I see the laughter,
A day for exultation and selflessness,
My hearts strings thrill with promising escapades.
Night approaches, the sun stirs aflame,
I sit in the cornflower blue chair and gather what I have left.
Memories drift and stir,
A charming day and a sense of another year conquered.
By Martina Adovica.
Metals in cloth
Opening holes of fashion
Allow cold breezed air through
It enters my shirt, mixing through my skin
It starves to enter
Enter my body
Cause the compassion
For white cells to fight back
Stingily and inconsiderately it penetrates
Through my flesh, into my cells
Inside my body it breathers
It triggers me to close my jacket
Blind the holes
The cold breeze of air seeks warmth
Finds it in my cozy blood
Refuses to turn back
To return
I desperately hug myself tightly
Experiencing the most twigging stomach ache
I lay down in discomfort and chill
Covering my body with blankets
And wrapping myself with clothes
The cold aired creature confiscated me in illness
As I trusted my body in destroying the germ
I wait in aching and sore
As hours pass I rush to the toilet
To get out with the feeling of victory
And my gratefulness to my body
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