I could feel the vibration of your screams in the air.
'Twas in a curve of the time.
Your sight was in touch with this vibration.
I could understand this vibrating touch.
The curved time had a sense.
'Twas like a sigmoid curve.
The air was very much compressed to make a sound...
A twinkle in your eye was assailed
to reach the ground
while gliding rapidly along your very long, curved eyelash...
You would re-enter your world, deep inside you,
You would become the curve in itself
to make love become an unstable point of equilibrium...
A gray cloud formed when the air was heated by the sun.
A sphere of incumbency would engrave
your insular thinking, nor your thinking
would be able to keep the memory of
that second anymore. That second time
could glide between my fingers
for a prayer.
The horizon of the sea
was photoengraved with corals and shells...
The eye on the horizon received the wholeness for comprehensiveness....
This comprehensiveness could shiver the universe...
You would be awakened, and you would be able to be revived.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
sweet poem for the one who stay inside you.. your imagination for him or her is wonderful, he is not before your eyes..but you skectk his face and feel that the air which is touching his body smells you his presence.. mtaphore.. pictographic effects are found in this poem.. but again in deep conceiving style of romance.. your poems are like melodies of love..life and like the fantasies that you mix with your love feelings for unknown but IDEAL of oepne eyes dreams.. really a good poem..10/10
Would be touched By your sight, By curving the time Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful poem 10
this poem depicts the real feeling of having our eyelash curved...a moment of awakening, a sign of happiness... brings joy to whom ever our eyes would set in. nice words, nice flow
A lovely poem transporting from sensuousness to super-consciousness. CP
From: Randy Winehouse (South Africa ;) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 1/6/2010 2: 38: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: curved eyelash A divinity that holds curves of time.I love it. Randy
Hey Dear Poet lend me your poetic imagination…please please... Imagery has come live and alive…palpable and pulsatile… I can ‘listen’ the subsubtle quiver of Curved Eyelash... Exquisite read for me on 1 January 1,2010 and poetically I’m filled up and flying… Flying 10+++ Ms. Nivedita UK Added as my fav. poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The air would assemble in a gray cloud, By wrapping your insular thought The thought inside the glided silence To the autumnal leaves. I couldn’t keep that second anymore. The second glided between my fingers....what an imagination of beloved... i liked the idea so much and may cherish for longer period...i loved it and taking as poet's gift....10