Our love is mixed with algae...
It is tasted with salt.
It is the first fruit of a great struggle for our freedom...
Our love,
Sometimes like a spring breeze...
Sometimes like a hurricane....
We can see the green waves crashing
And cooling the sand...
Between this old hot sand and the new salty waves
We can feel our perfect love,
We can see its ripples
And its shifting designs, left behind by the tide
And sculpted by our steps......
We can feel our angel,
That angel with injured wings,
We can hear him, still screaming,
We can see him in a sphere of air,
Well hidden.
Or maybe we are enclosed
In our sphere of reality,
Seemingly a dodecahedral geodesic sphere...
As though being hidden in psychological twilight.....
However,
We can hear the sound.
That sound is just like a screaming echo...
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Our love is mixed with algae... It is tasted with salt. It is melted in the great struggle, As hurricane sea... beautiful just beautiful
Such a vivid imagery. Bautiful, and so differently great. A novel thought of expressing love.
we are sandwitched and....oh what a memory to cherish... good work dear....10
brilliant poem mari! read and reread it to get the feel of this poem.great work. ritty
You’re hearing the ‘subtlebubble’ …yeah…Algae the David against the then unfriendly GeoGoliath fought and won... And from protozoa to metazoa…long long journey of evolution… We Homo Sapiens the Poets using aspiring rawmaterial of our Poems…indeed a process of going back to basic…involution…what you’ve very aptly poemed.. Thanks for such a poem… 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
heyy girl WOW! ! ! i really likke this poem it has spoken to me. i will write a poem that i think you might like. so please comment on one of mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved! it very nice