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It is so charming and a true delight
To feel mostly the mosquitoes bite.
When the sluggish sun breaks its own crust,
wind can teach you how to smoke some dust.

When the air smells of somnolent bliss,
Any bee can give you a sweet kiss.
When you are bored and you stifle yawns,
Spunky crickets trigger songs on the lawn.

If you go for a refreshing swim,
Jellyfish come beneath the surface dim.
Maybe at home, the things can turn out cool,
But your car stops because it’s out of fuel.

 

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Senbon Zakura Mirror Dance

I had closed the cracked window.
The gust of the first born wind
disappeared into the coming rain
together with the flute, the drums,
and the fleeting nature
of the movements-
explosions, distortions.

‘Twas like dancing slowly with
the image in the mirror
or like fragmenting
the memories of love
to empty the minds-
emotions that were eaten by
the heat of the summer.

I took a seat near my neighbor
whose husband had been
a soldier fighting in Asia
until having his half of the head
removed by a bullet.
He had always been
one of the best.

 

Suddenly, the movement
became very fast while continuing
without music
like in a sequence of movie frames
that builds tension
to enhance the consciousness-
euphoria, chills.

The dancers were, in fact,
impair numbers having
their white sashes wrapped
around their heads
while pirouetting
at a heightened tempo
to give this motion a sense
of living.

The window opened
to bring the noise of the metropolis
and the smell of the twisting wind.
Well, it was not a killing one
like those coming from the polls
and being filled
with some tiny bacteria
that had been left by the meteors or
by the lost civilizations.
‘Twas only a rainy wind.
These bacteria are not fictions;
they warm up to become
real weapons,
not Disney animations.

Life itself is not an illusion.
When life becomes hallucination,
then, something else
must be actual.

The hail hit
the roof of silence.
The dancers
were waving their arms above
their heads while clapping wildly
their swaying bodies
to express the words-
numbers of God.
I would say that
’twas not a previously
choreographed dance.

Ancestral emotions moved
all the things of the mind
out of the free space.
Crawled swiftly within
the suffering souls from which
have started to disappear peacefully.

 

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Summer

summer dawn –
the path of cowries
beyond the sea

summer dream
counting the butterflies
in neighbor’s garden

piercing the
breeze, my chute lifts –
summer beach

summer twilight
the bee eater stirring
tall grass

summer sunset
changing colour of
rising waves

summer’s end
the waterfall thunders into
my laughter

last day of summer
bouncing, the pool ball
of her eyes

summer ends
the wallah takes down
the raincoat array

When You Bring The Spring ~

Sweet spring from far away
Calls to me with a flowery smile,
But it’s going to be quite a while
Before I can even get away…

The clouds that hang over me
Are ready to burst anytime soon~
Behind them the waiting moon
Would have to wait until I see…

Summer days and simmering nights
Are dreams of wintry eves~
Only the colours of autumn leaves
Remain now as delights…

The handsome days are yet to rise
And I shall wait for you to bring
The smiles and songs of gentle spring,
To our love beneath the starry skies…

When you do bring them to me,
I shall build us a castle of dreams
That won’t crumble with loveless seams,
But will stay up for the world to see…

– July 11th, 2012
(c) Sana Rose 2012