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Maia Lewin Poem
mountains upon mountains
cradled in the arms of pink sky
light breaks lonely night
birds wake and fly
I’ll sit here in silence
in the grasshoppers I’ll confide
not a word left to tell you
under mountains I cannot hide
worth regret in only the city
passing faces fresh and old
lights persist through day and night
defying all the sky has told
upon mountains on mountains
at last I shall sleep
without your interruption to my dreams
in peace may creep
Copyright © MAIA LEWIN | Year Posted 2024
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Maia Lewin Poem
fists of cracked stone, palms turning leather
words left to linger behind your pursed lips
rise with my fever - who fastens the tether
no second to consider your letters on ships
I reign to set fire your mind’s dreary weather
Copyright © MAIA LEWIN | Year Posted 2024
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Maia Lewin Poem
I know she is lost
but those lost
can be brought home
I want to print
one hundred
missing flyers
but how she’d hate
to be found
believes she knows
this twisting trail
Like her mother’s
weary face
awaiting a simple knock
If I linger
in her swelling shadow
will I be swallowed?
If I dispel
my every urge
to search and save
will she forget me?
If I rush
toward her trembling arm
golden cape draped from my neck
will she resent me?
Missing pets
might stray to long
surrounding sidewalks
turn strange
She is far from
a mangy mutt
still she prowls in pursuit
of his fleeting praise
How does he have her
blindly convinced
he is steering
the right direction
How does he have her
mindlessly certain
his hostile affection
is truer than us
Us who never screamed
who seldom swore
would not dare sneer
It is unsettling
to remain upset
I have lost her
She is the one
trudging through
the disorienting fog
She is the one
facing the perilously unknown
evergreen grove
miles from home
I am only the one
who knows
she is lost
Copyright © MAIA LEWIN | Year Posted 2024
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Maia Lewin Poem
I’m so proud to be happy
because I never waited
for life’s thunderstorms
to pass
I have smiled
beneath torrential rains
sharp flashes of lightning
with skies miserably overcast
I did not wait
upon a friendly summer evening
where every cloud had travelled past my view
to rejoice or to rest
I have learned to seek solace
without a single star in the sky
in cruel cold and exhausting heat
my breath does not quicken
I am content because sorrow is familiar
like the house which I’ve slept my whole life inside
my fragmented spirit was never mended
with a show of sunshine
Copyright © MAIA LEWIN | Year Posted 2024
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