Love Poem: The Vibration by Marieta Maglas, Romania

My sight chipped out the clouds
from the sky. My eyes became
so expressive for you. The clouds
were, in fact, your thoughts having
the polarity of love. This love of ours
was, in fact, a 'sweet slavery'. We
were searching for our rainbow of
dreams, we were searching for our
color of happiness. Sometimes,
I'm so tired with you, living between
the meanders of your soul. I'm
so tired that I need to cry. The
vibration of your voice becomes
a tear at dawn. Then, love seems
to explode inside of us. This
explosion is like a sunrise. I
expect The Divine to sit nicely
there, in the depth of our souls
and to flow brightly as the
water flows on mountain rocks.

©Marieta Maglas, Romania

Poem: Flamenco Dance (Mirrored Nonet) by Marieta Maglas; Romania

Flamenco Dancers

A juerga with flamenco guitars,
With fires blooming like red flowers,
Corpses dancing in moonlight
The dance of wounded souls,
Vibrant red dresses
White shirts like birds ,
Falling shawls,
Dancers,
Sky,

Claps,
Cubic
Movements of
Color, music's
Seeds, hands being wings
In shadows on the wall,
From soul detaching passion's
Lights, motion vibrating the string,
Resonance for a new dimension.

©Marieta Maglas, Romania

Poem: Metamorphosis by Marieta Maglas, Romania

The idea staying on
its edge of dream
like the winter
melting on its
edge of spring,
so serendipitously
to give birth to
the reality.

©Marieta Maglas, 2012

Poem: Pygmalion and Galatea by Marieta Maglas, Romania

Your sight was poignantly penetrating

me within. Your blue eyes were even more

bittersweet in that opaque singleness, our

touch was like a sadness piano song. I did

not know when you really wanted to exist

for yourself while pretending to be existent. I

kissed you and you thought that it was only a

kiss, but I wanted to swallow your silence and

to blow into the air your defense. You were

dying inside of you. You loved me in this

secret room of ours. We could understand our

existence. That room kept us hidden from

the whole world for a second. In our

dream, we became free. We tried to free

our mind and our souls, but our dream couldn't

generate any idea. We made love for no

other reason but to love each other. I

became a milky white ivory Galatea of

yours .You made me your woman for

that sense of belonging. I needed that , I

wanted my own metamorphosis. I became

that Galatea not being able to leave the

love cell. In your absence, I became that

Galatea wallowing in hopelessness,

understanding that the sadness was the

only thing really existent inside. I became

that Galatea wanting to see again your green-blue

loving eyes. You became that Pygmalion of mine,

for without me .....you ....

© Marieta Maglas, Romania

(I got this poem re-living the greek play of sculptor Pygmalion and his life like statue Galatea on my FB timeline this morning from my poet pal and wished to share it with the world. To get more of Marieta Maglas poems click here)