Velvet Thunder

Maryline is currently developing a book of poetry, Velvet Thunder, a collection of original poetry works, several of which are listed below. Please check back periodically for updates.

Denude a Rose one petal at a time

Once in summer’s end
A rose garden held
Just one rose:
A bud, afraid to bloom

In her anguish to be seen
Petals froze—
Afraid of breaking

Can she die before
She lived?

God knows well of ashes’ death
How from dust
Life shall return

At the touch of one love
Petals tremble and beg
—This hand—
to listen to the Wind;
it stopped shivering,
living no trace

Invisible words never spoken
Escaped sealed mouths
Full of secrets

There’s a distance
An ocean’s length
Silent by years of blinded Sun

How many roses
One hand can hold?

Only one or perhaps
Two or three;

But thorns have no mercy
Even in dreams they bleed—

Denude a rose one petal at a time.

Beyond skies and clouds
White dust sleeps
Longing for nude landscape—
Shy offerings hesitate
Each day
To lay in silence
Its white miracle

Thirsty trees moaned
While the Wind, impatient,
Blew leaves one by one
The way one hand ran
Through her hair
Further disheveling it

Glimpses of white peaks
In the distance
tease the Earth
longing in despair
for a promise not kept

At the sound of violin chords
and piano’s tunes
Hope concealed in a rose bud
felt the gentle nudge

Like a knock on a locked door
Blue Heavens in a whisper
let a sound escape

Pure and transparent
It soared

Awaiting blushing whiteness.

Somewhere there must be bridges
Away from walls that weigh us down
Minds cluttered in silenced chats
Hinder our breaths from shallow weeps

Some lives are being lived
In between waves
Inside moments
Caving in under the strain

Ancient riddles get solved
To save old stories from being lost.
Perhaps we live
To see
The lost and found of our inheritance

Unending times in search of open doors
Wonder if love secretly holds the key;
We seek you, invisible ones,
For your light—our only hope

If at times you’re lost,
There’s an Ocean
Where continents calling your name
annihilate walls and facades to the core

Birth me one more time
Through the twilight zone that neither light
nor darkness
define who I am

It feels as though I’m in the skin
of a crepuscular bird
hunting a prey
It can’t rapture

Amid the crowd of disguised Souls I weave
my way to lower gates
I hear the pulse through my own blood ...
... and I smile

We keep missing each other
From left to right
And right to left;
From bottom to top
And top to bottom.

What’s the point of jumping
If risking is all we see?
Walking might be the way,
Walking ...
In complete opposite direction
To find that what we missed
Awaits at the deep end of the well.

We keep missing each other
From yesterday 
to tomorrow 
From today 
to never.

What’s the point of hoping
When we stop trying.
Look at the leaves—
They’ve lost the light 
They’ve abandoned  the intimacy of the tree and glided,
pushed lightly by a remorseless wintry Wind

We keep missing each other
While Winter wanted Spring to welcome Summer who was longing for Autumn.
The Earth is shaking Her Head
She tried with all her Soul
To link the trembling vibes in the warmth of her Heart.. 

And we keep missing each other.

Empty or full 
Who knows; 
I’ve lost my sight 
Colors are gone 

Are we drowning inside 
Down a dry well 
Too deep to hang 
On slippery walls 

I sweat the tears 
I can’t cry;
Lungs are too numb 
No scream, no sound  

I don’t want to die inside 
Of me.
Let me hear me laugh 
and vibrate at the top of my skin 

Is tomorrow gone?

I search for air 
With empty hands 
Tied to a world 
I no longer breathe

We are multitudes.

If only we had eyes to see
Beyond the surface
Of an ocean too wide
To hold all our sorrows
Encrusted in the depth of the sea.

We are multitudes.

If only we had hearts to beat
At the rhythm of our feelings 
Raw and fragile, often untouched,
Invisible particles floating. 

We are multitudes.

If only we had mouths to speak
The Truth of our buried dreams
Lingering in an open soil 
Where Deaths and Births await.

We are multitudes.

If only we had ears to sense
The music of the Wild calling
For us to pause 
Long enough to become part of this dance.