the lonely poetry of night #poem #poetry

trees whisper, cries of cloudy skies
inaudible, unseen,
you, Astraea,
you push me on a long-forgotten trail
the ocean, poisoned, green, unsettled
warm tongues, ecstasies of memories un-lived
defiled the innocence of maiden-stars
tears, corridors of sand
you, universe that dreamt us all
the pain of suffocated myths that die
kisses, floating sanctuaries
Astraea,
you who don’t know desire
burn the nihilism of flesh
the plight
of souls sold for two pennies in slave markets
inside the lonely poetry of night

published in Indian Periodical on January 23, 2019

@Gabriela Marie Milton

image:  Outer Space; Shutterstock; [link]

a fabulous poem by Mogamat Shafiek Reggiori #guest post

Dear Readers,

A fabulous poem written by Mogamat Shafiek Reggiori. I am honored Mogamat accepted to be my guest. You can find Mogamat on Twitter @ShafiekReggiori

Bio:

Mogamat Shafiek Reggiori, 4th generation South African with an Italian background. Born Cape Malay. Loves to write poetry. The kind that touches an essential part of your soul. Love ballads being one of his favorite creations. Occasionally revisits long time Fantasy Scifi novels in the throes of creation. M. S. Reggiori is a soul whisperer that enjoys indulging with creatives of all genres. Read his words and he’d kiss the day you came. A dream of his is to be a distributor of God’s wealth, hence he would donate parts of his book proceeds to CANSA ORG (the South African Cancer Foundation).

Tonight I will sit on Signal Hill
Above Bantry Bay
& watch the Sun go down
Creating that champagne sky
While the world slows
Or perhaps its our voices inside
That quieten into
These viscous moods, we rely on

All turns bronze
If but for an hour
While yours slowly awake
Into a tepid dawn
That magic hour, spreads
Before both

& I cringed within
Crying happy tears
Down my rosy cheeks
For an hour
We’d share the sky
Between our two worlds

Well much the same
Halved by night
Would you watch it rise
It came from here
From me
There is a message written
Deep within
Its luminous beams
Let it rove over your skin
As if my soft warm lips
My hour calls for waffles
Beneath the Poplar trees
& I’m thinking yours
For warm steamed tea

If I could walk that path
Between us, this life’s roses
Like a bridge across the sea
I would run it
A hundred mile sprint
To the very edge of my will
I’d kiss you & release
A thousand butterflies
Into your sky
& I’d never again let you go
I’d hold you, so you could drag me
Into your prevalent day
Until the Sun burns the night away
But I’d stay, I want to stay

INTO THE HUSH OF THE QUIET WINDS: Love would remain a vital part of my soul Paperback

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@Gabriela Marie Milton

the breath of love and death #poem #poetry

emotions leave the wombs of souls 
inebriation
nakedness of pearls forgotten on the shore
inside the warmth of the unknown
the mystery of you is locked
somebody’s wearing yellow, sign of death
doors close
the ocean’s mortuary room
your hands stretch all the waves toward the North
my ankles stuck in sand

hibiscuses bloom in the bed
delusion 
a cat is running outdoors
over the world
the breath of love and death
a verse from you
and then
Pompeian red  

@Gabriela Marie Milton

image: nodff; Shutterstock; [link]

my poem “autumn fantasy” translated in Italian, up at Gioielli Rubati Poetry

Dear Readers,

My poem autumn fantasy up at Gioielli Rubati Poetry.
You can read it in Italian here together with other fabulous poems.

My deepest thanks to Flavio for translating and featuring my poem.

The English version here.

Have a fabulous day.

Gabriela

@Gabriela Marie Milton