Marieta Maglas Poems

To talk with you doesn't make any sense,
When your bloody words can hurt me so much.
An exciting show is your best defense,
Slaughtered thoughts drop nakedly at the soul's touch.
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The wings were struggling
On a leaden sky,
Distorting the space and time
Sinusoidally...
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This is an illusion of time-shrinking
With empty time intervals.......
I can feel the cosmic pulse of life shrinking in a reverse spiral.
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(These two poems are conceived for making one poem, belonging to concrete poetry.
The shape is ''two-in-one''.It's my version.)

Nothing ever happens.......................in the city.
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The blue, blind dancer slips on the floor,
And enhances the movement itself in an icy dance.
This woman is transformed
Alternatively
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If the sacred kingfisher flies,
It will frantically flap its wings to
The sand of the sea
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If Anthony hadn't loved
Cleopatra
in that last second,
maybe he would have
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You passed in the same way
the comets surround the Earth-
without touching it,
but leaving behind them
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I ride on your thighs, and I embrace you with my both hands
The wind scraps our deep love dance off with the sudden gusts.
Our swift flicks it several times, its tip just touching the wet sand.
The sky is blue and the leaves of our tree are covered with orange rust.
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I keep the pale rose, and I feel my sorrow.

My love is like the proxigean spring tide.
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