Alone with the sand

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Alone with the sand

there’s a fidgeting
in the sea tonight,
morbid lullabies,
delusions
knitting the shadows
of the waves and
the entombment
of the twilight.

coral reefs against humidity,
ships dancing
on the edge of salt
and the moon running scared
in terror,
that she will not find love,
she will not see
the chosen face,
but keep looking at
the ridiculously bluish sea,
keep searching
the Delphic ocean
for pearls and illusions,
for more than
a glimpse of imagination.

there’s a trap, a Siren’s fate,
blindly accepted after
the tide of a heartbreak.
there’s a time casting anchor,
to vanish, to mourn,
to swallow the soreness,
detached from the stars,
alone with the sand.

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Inspired by Cancao do mar- Dulce Pontes

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“Stand alone” by Tom Araya on DeviantArt.com


`© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Pumpkin time

Pumpkin time

It’s pumpkin time and I’m still awake.
Maybe it’s the heat tonight,
the noise from cars driving fast
on the road not so far
or teenagers talking loud,
having small party in the back yard.
Crooked intuition doesn’t leave me
in soothing thoughts.
One hard slap and the truth is said
with voice that rocks.

It’s the forbidden scent of his
that I earlier inhaled.
It’s the starry feeling in my stomach
when he first spoke to me.
It’s the smile, tempting me,
inviting me in sin to disappear.

Ever since the sun went down,
leaving red trace on the sky,
I’m sitting on the sand,
looking at the distance drawing hope,
thinking of what trace
his words left inside of me.

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"On the beach, at night" on beachdo.com

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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End of summer

I started “Scent of my heart” so I could share my poems with other people apart from my close friends. So far I am happy with my blog considering it’s really newborn and I must say one more time – thank you Tom Baker for finding me and introducing me to people like Cherlyn from “Over a Cup of Coffee”, it’s always nice to meet people all over the world.

Originally I thought that I will share only poems, because more or less the poem I post says about the day I had, the way I feel, but today I feel like having something different than a poem … it’s going to be my different post every Wednesday of every week. Why Wednesday? Well first Wednesday is my favorite day of the week and second I like the American way of saying :” Happy Hump Day- Happy middle of the week!”

I woke up this morning to find out that the chilly wind is back again. A week ago temperatures dropped down and I thought: ” Oh, the summer is going away!”, but then after few days it was sunny and hot again … until this morning- when my bare feet felt the cold marble floor, which usually in the heat is so nice to walk on to, when having coffee outside on the balcony wasn’t pleasant without a jumper.

I love summer! Having in mind I was born and I have lived for 24 years in a country with very deep winters, mountains of snow and minus degrees, against all odds I just love summer and heat. I absolutely adore the strong sun, the smell of sand and salty water in the air, the light clothes, the long days, the hot nights with open windows and the sound of singing insects. I love Athens in august. It’s really hot, but empty. No traffic, no buses full of people, no politics working in the parliament to accept unacceptable laws to make people to strike, demonstrate and block the roads unhappy and angry with the government, just happy tourists exploring the town, speaking different languages, taking photos …

This summer was a great summer for me. I managed to free myself from all feelings and people making me suffer, I managed to feel myself again, confident and happily smiling, I went on a trip to London and I sure felt really royal visiting palaces and historical monuments, I spent a week on a Greek island enjoying the sea and the beach, I filled myself with energy to face the winter that will come soon.

And today feeling the cold it made me a bit sad … I wish the summer lasted a bit more … I wish I had for a bit more the sun- tanned skin and my painted toe- nails in sandals. But they say nothing really lasts forever and I guess that goes and for summer …

How about you? Do you have a favorite season?

I hope all of you had a very good start of the week and it will end even better! Happy Hump Day world!

Me on the beach in Eretria,Evia – summer 2010

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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