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Hija De La Luna Poem
his gaze -
starry night sky's
soft rays.
her face
caught the night light,
such grace!
hearts tossed,
perched on the stars -
words lost ....
hija de la luna
11.29.14
for nette onclaud's "whispers of a muse" contest
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He left
That night locking
Her away with a kiss;
Her soul captured by his spirit,
She stayed.
She waits -
For the spirit
To light her pitch-black days;
To breathe into her missing nights;
She’s still.
maria.corado
12/14/14
Traditional style cinquain: syllable count: 2/4/6/8/2
for the Cinquain Contest of Dr.Ram Mehta (theme: Longing)
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In every sense I smell his love
When the pure-scented moonlight bathes my window
Reflecting its tresses inside and the night-breeze
Spills a bouquet exploding of wonderful colors
Of evocations to mind which stroke perfumed
Warm touch on my glowing skin courted
By lavender whispers of memory… hmm…there
In every sense I smell his love.
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As quiet blackness deepened
I lay awake my heart in check,
The cool night wind blew
And welcome silence grew…
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Unanticipated music exploded
Roused me from bed rest,
I tiptoed to its source:
Dark sounds from downstairs,
Nearer, higher, and louder
Till it reached the hallway.
He grasped my hand,
Whirled it to turn me twice,
Held me close, went on trotting steps
Slow, quick, quick; slow, quick, quick;
Slow, slow, quick, quick...
He never gets tired, he liked the dance.
He led; I followed - his greatest joy;
In perfect timing to his bidding,
I swayed wherever he flung me,
His steps were full of variation –
He liked it that way;
While I only had one reaction –
Receive his urgings.
Perfect dance he'd always say because
It is with such ease when partner is open
That controlled movement is played.
Ungraceful dance I never liked,
But all this time it kept me alive:
His music and diverse steps I sought
And to it I humbly swayed.
Tonight I let him led again,
Just like the other days and nights.
The darkness of the night was strained,
It was only the curtains that were swaying,
To the night breeze with grace,
Stark of light peeped out from the room,
My hands and feet went frozen like ice,
I heard a different tune within, sad, weary,
But slowly roused with excitement
And anger underneath... Heated me up
Ablaze, my eyes red-stained -
He held me closer to him, and I -
Pulled myself too tight to him
He was pleased I saw it in his sated eyes
As I meekly submitted… for the last time.
We did slow, quick, quick steps for a two
Or more and then he let me go; I trotted
Far away from him then back to him
Without his behest, and out of rhythm
His steps were outside our dance floor…
Down the stairs...In open position he lay there,
In his face I saw his dance - the macabre
dance - I never liked at all. His eyes dazed –
He had his final dance with me after all.
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The night was cold, yet I felt warm, and the music gone,
The curtains stopped swaying at the night winds’ prodding.
-maria
8/11/14
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Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell.
Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.
Apothecary had the perfect answer
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver!
Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!
She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!
Love and romance the attar generated
Very soon enough it evaporated.
Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,
In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,
Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,
Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice;
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace.
7/14/14
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Dull white clouds splashed the autumn sky –
But God beamed His brightest oaken smile!
11.23.14
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From the depths I cry with passion,
Springs of water gush forth
Unleashed;
I run over stones sans caution
Trails subtly across earth
A feast!
visual #5
Hija de la Luna
nette onclaud's "Memento of Waters" contest
3.9.15
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let us
drink the chartreuse
yellow green fields with our
eyes till we escape our ramparts
with wings
-maria corado
5/16/18
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between
the night and the
day there is pulsating
hope; calling to mind the wonders
of you
-maria
5/16/18
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as the
sun dies away
and hope was about to
fly the crescent moon caught me with
her smile
-maria
5/16/18
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