words create worlds
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 –
Oh, how I need this snow! (This snow) This white comprising rainbows (of all our feelings, of us all) the purifying light illuminating (the coldness of our lives) the seven steps, (the stairway to our human heaven,) this burning light (the candle of our life) inside the graciousness of heart (a burning altar of our
This Sunday’s quietude clears the space The sky’s light burns every scam in mind (waiting for anything, in limbo states, desires, expectations, stupid plans, a chain of words that paves reality) A green-white-golden peace Fills the air that I breathe. This Sunday’s spotless sky Reminds me of a mountain, The clear encompassing vision
A candle a language of light and of fire (a sign that marked our birth) stamping our life with the cold of weird loneliness. This weird feeling makes no sense for people of the signs of fire, though it might be the essence of the fire consuming everything till, dry and grey, the ashes lightly
Worlds of Words 