For Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 31 March 2018 (Though it’s already Sunday :) ) Our words this week are: – guest and host – liquid and solid And my exercise is: My liquid dreams poured on your solid ground. Soft tears kept falling on your hard polished heart until tiny pores opened the giant door
Categorie: Poems
Source of image: Google The horse came back alone. No one behind, no one aside. The shivering grass cried. Approaching, he shortened his stride to the falling of croaks and the chirps of the wild, a symphony like an imperial tide, a rhythm of waves from a chaos that tried to soften his
Words falling like the tear drops hanging on the strings of hopes, words you never knew before falling deep into your core. Would you take them in your heart? Would you wrap them in some art you are calling poetry just to fight their bigotry? Sounds that sound like loving waves hidden in
You knew my heart had wings but no feet to step on the rock in your heart. Thirsty for you, I flew to the river. I couldn’t land but tripped on a pebble I swallowed and now the egg of our love I contain. ©Daniela Marin, 2018 My poem for the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille –
No matter wars or winter’s tail, no matter soil, a sandy trail, an echo of the ancient sea, while dreaming of the tree of life I see you here now. You stand no matter if I strive to rise. I bow to you and smile! :)



