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 –
Categorie: Parentheses
Only she knows This sadness (Always hidden in hindrance) this quest for joy (a distance between us) always painful and wise (an always that stays in our eyes.) Can we survive the sadness of this world? (Only she knows, the Mother.) Image source: http://www.roerich.org/museum-paintings-catalogue.php
Tuberose Let’s call it the platform of love I entered life from. (Not quite poetic, you know?) Let’s call it the tarmac for the soul, a kind of white and yellowish context for the experience of life. (What kind of poetry do you see in these substantial associations?) Since then, I’ve always searched the perfect
