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Maryann R. Poem
I sat outside on my deck and looked out to the clear view of the sky.
In the few minutes I was outside, I noticed the sky, but I never truly observed it.
From the shades of azure, yellow and oranges plastered everywhere, came suddenly wash of grey and dark blues.
But, how did I not see the transition of sky?
I came to realize that, as humans we only notice the large or perhaps the large changes in one another.
If we stop, and pause to ponder for a moment, bothering to notice the minuscule ones; the ones that just pass so fast by our eyes, as if they were never there.
For example, the colours in the sky at first glance I looked and saw a melange of different shades of blues and reds.
The moment I looked away, even for a mere second, the sky right under my eyes had become something utterly different.
We never do realize these little things in one another, as a consequence in the end they are most prevalent and also we yearn for the most.
We come to terms that these small things are what make life; the things that we so often lose.
Copyright © Maryann R. | Year Posted 2014
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Maryann R. Poem
Often when I thought of you,
Paris was my first recollection.
"la ville-lumière"
similar to the flame you lit in me
the city where it has ruptured in art
but, in comparison to the person you are
you make it all seem so insignificant
the golden glow that shined on the stones
as if the radiance like the one in your eyes
the history of your composition
could captivate the frigid
you were a bit of the old and the new
a breath of fresh air
with every aspect of solidity life could offer
with a goût of romance and utmost elegance
our eyes fixated on the identical spot
cigarette lit in both hands,
if only Paris could bring us closer.
Copyright © Maryann R. | Year Posted 2014
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Maryann R. Poem
“Are you falling in love with her..?”
But there he looked onward, without a single way of direction
With logical reasoning behind him, he could not fathom the thought
It was as if something so absurd had lied down in front of him
From a hidden spot he never knew to look,
The weight of the glass pulled him down
Like his thoughts.
She was rare in all her peculiarities
Made up of every kind of purity known to man
She was everything and nothing all at once
A representation of all that he lacked, no matter the article
She made him decent, and in return he made her happy
His arm reached only for her
“Help me lose my mind”
he uttered looking into her eyes in order to catch the despair
Suddenly caught short of breath
The little bit of liqueur pestered him, like the voice
He thought to himself,
There was only one pleading argument to if she’d ever say adieu
“I’m so much better when you’re around”
The words echoed in the back of his mind
Home never had an address, but a path
Where ever she set foot
He saw her spinning from the corner of his eyes
Free and alive
But, she always held him
With all that she could
As if she was his only genuine believer.
Copyright © Maryann R. | Year Posted 2014
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Maryann R. Poem
The city, it cried endless tears
as the night took over
faster and faster
the fragile part exploded in ways
never seen before
it was as if one night,
fate took a gamble
and at that hour in which they met
two souls from separate corners of the earth
hadn't know a thing
night by night
their spirits wandered aimlessly
until the aim had magically become each other
without conscious reasoning or acceptance
that's how they took over one another
his words echoed like a hymn
where each word was nothing short of divine
and she was often caught breathless
he even tended to parts unknown
distant and melancholy
her words entrapped him
in which she often whispered
"come here, let me show you how to be loved."
vulnerability, she no longer feared
but was convinced,
to lay nothing down but the truth
after all, came autumn
the season of change and new beginnings
to them it would be a time of much more
because they were each other's new dawning.
Copyright © Maryann R. | Year Posted 2015
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