A Poem & Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic featured in Portland Book Review

The Penitent Magdalen, Georges de la Tour, Public Domain

A New Poem

(excerpt from my poem You Night to be published in January in an new anthology).

In Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose, author and poet Gabriela Marie Milton takes the reader on a deeply personal journey across the globe and into her heart. The verses delve into themes ranging from love to loss to feminism, all of them clearly inspired by the author’s own experiences. The palpable emotion and unique turns of phrase ensure that this will be a book that will stay with you long after you set it down…

In “The Six O’clock Café,” Milton’s prose takes a turn toward the fictional, combining poetry, magical realism, and mystery to tell a short, impactful story. Once again, loss takes center stage in a highly creative way.

This collection of poetry and poetic prose will be a hit with fans of contemporary poetry looking for something that doesn’t hold back from sharing its innermost emotions and for those who enjoy creative word play.


Reviewed By: Kelly Mills

You can read the entire review HERE:

Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose is available on Amazon HERE.

Updates:

  1. Thank you for submitting to MasticadoresUSA. There are new poems up so please support our literary community and visit the site HERE.
  2. Those of you who did not receive a reply to your submissions please be patient. You will.
  3. Please keep in mind that all I want is to grow our community and make everyone shine. January will bring exciting news.

Much love to all my followers.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

My Poem You Night Included in Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology, III

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Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser – Ophelia/ public domain

My Poem You Night Included in Nothing Divine Dies: The Poetry of Nature (Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology, III)

I learned how to read in the mint forest under a pale October moon.
My eyes, blueberries mama gathered in her wicker basket.
The unassuaged yearnings of a golden autumn spread under my skin.
I found the rivers where fish were born, and nightingales sang.
I thought to myself: you, night, how beautiful you are crowned with black poppies and nursing ancient lovers at your chest.
A boat sailed straight through my heart.
The earth stretched its arms to pick up stars.
Then a war started.
A bat-eyed wind blew, and the earth turned toward itself.
And I thought to myself: you night, how painful you are.
Tell me something after I die and before tomorrow’s departure.
Let me wear twelve sage leaves on my lips.
Let my body blossom on the Hill of Slane when the breath of sleep rises from the empty crypt.
You night, how wise you are.

The Anthology

From the publisher:

“From a shaft of sunlight warming the kitchen floor to a lush forest by Walden pond, what is it about experiencing nature that pleases and fulfills us? In the third volume of the Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology, established and emerging poets from around the world show what nature means to them. This is nature poetry at its most precise and moving, continuing the long tradition of Transcendentalism, deciphering ourselves and the world that sustains us — with art.”

Vita Brevis Anthology

Announcements

There is exciting news published in MasticadoresUsa. Please visit the site Here. Like and follow to support our literary community.

On a different note, this month I will features two poetry collections published or to be published by two of your fellow poets. Please stay tuned for more news.



Thank You and Happy New Year Everyone.


Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings



Holiday Wishes and a Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

Image: Gabriela Marie Milton

My Dear Readers,

I will not post anything before Christmas so Happy Holidays to everyone and Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate the Holy Night. May you be forever loved. May the sky open and rain on you success and joy.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your views, likes, and comments. Thank you for your wonderful support and for making my four years and a half of blogging an unbelievable experience.

To my new followers, welcome. I look forward to reading your work in 2022. To my present followers, huge hugs and thanks. To those who were my followers and do not blog anymore, I miss you and I hope one day you will return to blogging.

For everyone a poem written by one of my favorites poets Rainer Maria Rilke, and Franz Schubert – Ave Maria – interpreted by Mirusia & André Rieu.

Advent
by Rainer Maria Rilke

The wind in winter woods is like
a shepherd to his flock of flakes
and soon the firs anticipate
how blessed will be the light

and eavesdrop. The garden doves
ready themselves in branches white
and fend off the wind, growing towards
the glory of this night.

*

Love to everyone.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

A Twitter Poem, A Newsletter, and Other Updates

Claude Monet, Sunset-on-the-seine-at-lavacourt-winter-effect, considered in the Public Domain in the United States

A Twitter Poem

Newsletter

Dear Readers.

I hope everyone is doing well.

I plan to create a newsletter to help our literary community better understand the role of social media in our creative endeavors. At the same time – depending on what you want to showcase – the newsletter will help you understand what social media platform is best for you, and what strategies you should employ to advance your goals and get your work widely noticed.

To that end:

No anecdotal stories will be used. Data will come strictly from rigorous academic research done in Schools of Communications across the world. That ensures the credibility of the conclusions presented to you.

The newsletter will be published once every two months.

You will have the opportunity to sign up for the newsletter on my blog in February 2022.

First issue will come out in March 2022.

I will provide you with more information at the end of January 2022.

Other Announcements

Please do not forget to like and follow the work of our wonderful poets who write for MasticadoresUsa.

For more poetry follow me on Twitter here.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

And the Honorable Mentions are… Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose

My Dear Readers,

Congratulations to those who entered the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose and won Honorable Mentions. I am most grateful for your contribution. The beauty of your poems filled me with joy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

The authors, their sites, and their poetry:

Honorable Mentions – Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose [in no particular order]

Joni Caggiano, inspired by The child to be,
You Were The Best of Us

author’s site

Daylilies and lavender fall from a sky of bright eyes,
in the silhouette of a boat, under a quarter moon.
Born on the month of the ram
with your right fist on your pink cheek.
I was twenty, and you were my gift from God and my second love.
My milk came like a white river on the third day.
Red, your color, dwelling within the passion
where fire seared black, my white peasant dress.
Burning away the smell of gardenias and honeysuckle,
a miracle fashioned within our fervidness.
Meeting your father in an arid desert on foreign sand,
oh, how I was craving dreams, escape, and freedom.
He was to be my savior, but he was only a man.
Like the red coral of the sea, our child was the best of him and me.


Cindy Georgakas, Inspired by Self-Indulgence,
Chance Meeting

author’s site

We sat at the coffee shop and chatted,
eyes riveted drinking in the rose hips of winter in February,
where children run in the snow.  
We escape from hardships and cold.  
Electricity between us like thunder of the night.
Steam escaping… 
sent shivers up my spine.
Different silhouettes in denseness, 
yin and yang.
worlds apart,
but one species.  
We scan each other;  
Small-town country to city slicker. 
Voices echoed,
through the caravan of the room. 
A chance meeting,
where tight spaces took distance away.
Mountains etched with grooves on either side, 
sandwiched between the icicle cafe, where bodies collide. 
Cupid piercing the heart.
Sweetness found wrapped In foil
like the chocolate waiting at our chairs. 
We sigh, our coffee cold.  
Country song on the radio singing
“Live like you were dying”

Jeff Flesch, inspired by and…love…
and… love… is seen.

author’s site

and…
love….

is not the end
this story may commence
like petals on a flowers recompense

and…
as love breaks the moon in two
I’m reminded of you
tranquility among stormy seas
the key

you…
me….

and…
the dreams
cast far out into the wild
we idly stand by
regarding each other for a while

then…
what is distant can be seen
shapes and figures cut from trees
earthly figures caught in a blissful underwater scene
as

hope…
becomes something familiar
caressing the tree tops with delicate fingers
made from years of turmoiled laughter
transfigured into something adjoined to the hereafter

and…
love…
is seen.

Karima Hoisan, inspired by Sahara,
The Stars of Wadi Rum

author’s site

After the devoured lamb
licking our fingers clean
2 million stars of Wadi Rum
pulling our eyes
up to the sky
You hooked my 
little pinkie
with yours
as we lay in the sand
hearing the adolescent boy
playing the Oud
until he made us cry.

Purple mountains
pink sand,
fake feet fights 
laughing undercover
we muffled our laughter
with your sleeve.
No-one has the right
to be this happy

All I need is you.

Your profile,
a Persian princess
framed in embers
from a dying fire….
My honored one,
I trace your nose
with my feather,
wrap the blanket tighter,
those gelid desert nights.
are swirling swirling.

“Tomorrow
I’ll buy the best gold
to adorn us.
You always laugh
when I am serious.
I’m really serious!”

Some masks
with silver tooling
and hanging coins,
We’ll tinkle
and impress
next time
we buy bread,
but tonight….
I just need you
alone.
Cling to me,
we are a shipwrecked
life raft for each other
on this rolling sea
of sand.

*     *     *     *     *     *

“The caves are so beautiful
in morning light
“Come sleep 
up above with us”
“You’ll miss it all”

“No thank you..
We’ll sleep below,

right here
by the fire…..”

“All I need is you.
and
the stars of Wadi Rum”

Carrie Yang, Inspired by Yellow,
Yellow

author’s site

Beneath the golden wattle 
We meet again to read poetry 
The spring wind pays us a visit 
I pick yellow out of your tawny locks 
and brush them off your lips with a kiss 
Your freckles bloom like pansies

Announcements

  1. The poems of all other finalists will be featured immediately after the New Year.
  2. Thank you once again for entering the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose.
  3. A new literary initiative will be announced after Thanksgiving.
  4. Please do not forget to visit MasticadoesUsa.

Thank you.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

The Winners of The Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose

My Dear Readers,

The Judges have spoken. Here are the winners of the Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose. Congratulations to those who won prizes and to those who won Honorable Mentions. Your poems are fabulous. I am beyond grateful you entered the contest. In my heart you are all winners. Thank you!

This post features only the poems of the winners.

My Friday post will feature the poems of those who received Honorable Mentions.

The Winners of The Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose are:

First Place
Virginia Mateias

Second Place
Ingrid Wilson
Eric Daniel Clarke

Third place
D. Wallace Peach
Timothy Price

Honorable Mentions [in no particular order]

Joni Caggiano
Cindy Georgakas
Jeff Flesch
Karima Hoisan
Carrie Yang

The Poems of the Winners:

Virginia Mateias, Crystals from the absurd
[Inspired by Moonlight love]

author’s site

I couldn’t see the dawn.
The bed was too far away
from the sky.
Fallen angels
had covered the window with forlorn crystals
absurdly beautiful.
Out of them
our own feelings
were watching us askance.

The air was talking to me somewhere:
Wait, he’ll be coming!
But, you see,
your arm locked me in
like an arch
and I fell asleep
to the earth’s heavy core.

I couldn’t see the dawn.
In the murky moonlight
fallen angels crystallized in silence
are keeping vigil.
Only the razor-smile
of the Seller of Time
taunts me from crystals.
It is always midnight now.

Ingrid Wilson, Event Horizon 
[Inspired by You in Other Life]

author’s site

In another life
we were lovers:
don’t you feel it?
Somewhere beyond the limits of the sea

we set sail hard for the horizon,
hard to tell if we should sink or fall
over the precipice
for sure, we fell

past the event horizon
infatuated light
obliterated
in the black hole of each other’s lover’s eyes

annihilated, sucked in, then spat out
into another world
another life
where we were lovers:
don’t you remember?

Eric Daniel Clarke, Somewhere Stations
[Inspired by The Train to Vienna]

author’s site

Night train to Verona,
somewhere, stations,
border crossings, awake,
shadow form, arrival.

By road, Lake Garda,
old walls, Sirmione,
gelato, street walking,
poolside, English tea.

Took to water, Malcesine,
close-packed, cable sway,
Monte Baldo, chilled view,
ant-like British queue. 

First class, rail to Venice,
memories, prior arrival,
duckboards, rain walking,
sweat-soaked crowds today.

Retrace, platformed faces,
Paris, twilight until morning,
steep-stepped, Sacre Coeur,
vows in silence, understood. 

D. Wallace Peach, Eclipsed
[Inspired by The Moon and I]

author’s site

The moon and I trade glances beneath the light of ages
reflections of our phases, we traverse boundaries of shadow
the birth and death of stars adorns our voyage
my course uncharted on a shoreless sea.

She is the sand-dollar storyteller of sirens and undertows
hidden caves beneath blooms of coral, troves of stolen gold
a moon-faced child unblemished by the salt of tears she weaves
tales of faithfulness sung to the sea’s rhythmic strum.

A seductress, she trades in the caress of madness and liquid kisses
when a timorous heart flares and passion burns by torchlight
skin and wings consumed, I surrender to the mariner’s lure
drown in the tide’s curling crush and gull’s lonesome cry.

She is the gibbous years, molding castles of compromise
sand towers dripping through faults in cupped hands
I comb the half-moon beach for luminous abalone
craft a chime of common jingle shells, all that I find.

She is the windborne balloon of my daughter’s dream awakening
a boy fishes upon the crescent of her smile
sea-smoothed glass tumbles at their feet for sorting, for choosing
for all my devotion, iron ships founder like paper-sailed toys.

She whispers a harmony of waxing and waning
an old crone’s serenade in her waves’ refrain
when sea thrift and violets yield petals to sheer bluffs
she chants from the conch cupped to my ear:

You are the nautilus spinning outward
eternal feminine on a string of pearls
iridescent ’til the sun succumbs to midnight deep
when a silken wind sweeps over lunar dunes
erasing your footprints
rolls you into darkness
eclipsed.

Timothy Price, One Side Sacred The Other Side Profane
[inspired by Between Sacred and Profane]

author’s site

Quicksilver shimmers, dances — it’s mesmerizing, mad
Stealthily slithered made its way slowly to the bay
Dumped in fact for many years
A disease so mysterious, unexplained
One side sacred. The other side profane

Shoulders bare in her bath of darkened waters stilled
Quicksilver’s spawn crippled lies in darkness no free will
Mother cuddles her loved, her badly damaged daughter
A mystery in her mother’s arms distorted from the pain
Industry is sacred, her life made profane

A man of vision documented, published all the strife
For his efforts he was beaten to within inches of his life 
Trying to enlighten the world he gave up his sight
He died for the cause, was his martyrdom in vain?
Jobs are sacred, his life’s end profane

Thousands fell from Quicksilver’s seeds inside their mothers’ wombs
Those children grew up oh so numb, fell blinded, deaf and dumb
Ostracized, outcasts convulsing from their awful curse
It was “cat dance fever” so many said that made them go insane
Society is Sacred. Their lives were profane

Announcements:

  1. To all winners: please send your PayPal accounts to shortprose12@gmail.com. Vita Brevis Press will disburse the prizes from my royalties no later than the end of the week.
  2. The selection of the winners was a very difficult task. My deepest thanks to the judges.
  3. Please remember to help our literary community and buy a book or two. If you do so please save this post and leave in the comment area the Amazon link of the book(s) you bought.
  4. The Honorable Mention poems will post on Friday. Please read my Friday post. The poetry of those who received Honorable Mentions is also stunning.
  5. Next Tuesday I will announce another initiative to help our community strive more.
  6. Please do not forget to visit MasticadoresUsa.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

Rien Que Pour Toi by Gabriela Marie Milton up at Gobblers / Masticadores #poem #poetry

image: Lilith with a Snake, John Collier, public domain

Thank you to Juan for publishing my poem/poetic prose Rien Que Pour Toi in Gobblers / Masticadores.

[The poem is also included in my poetry collection Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose].

Rien Que Pour Toi – poem/poetic prose

… He was fascinated by the purple of my makeup and the yellows of my cobra, who used to erect the upper portion of her body to greet him every time he visited…

Please continue reading HERE.

Updates

The winners of the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose will be announced on NOVEMBER 16.

Soon I will launch several initiatives to help our literary community strive more.

Do not forget to read, like, and submit to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA community is growing: beautiful poems and fantastic interactions.

Please follow me on Twitter HERE.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

A heartfelt thank you to Ingrid for reviewing my book Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose & a poem

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A heartfelt thank you to Ingrid for her beautiful review of my book Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose

“I have just finished reading Woman: Splendor and Sorrow, the second poetry and short prose collection from the exceptionally talented Gabriela Marie Milton. It is no word of a lie to say that the book transported me, to a world, not only of the senses, but to the association of those senses with all that is true and beautiful in life. This collection flames with the passion and intensity of the true Artist.”

Please continue reading HERE.

Please visit Ingrid’s site to read her wonderful poems and learn about her plans. Please continue buying Ingrid’s superb anthology The Anthropocene Hymnal.

Lilies of the Valley – a poem from Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose

I can see the woman who assumes things. Every night she picks the flowers that I throw on the road: withered lilies of the valley. She wants to be me. She wants my blood. She does not know I rearranged the bell-shaped whites so no one else can breathe their sweet scents. No one else can be me. No one else can make you, you.

The woman puts the withered flowers in her bag.

A new moon rises over her left shoulder. Bad luck.

I shiver.

I rush to protect her.

I stumble.

Before he, died my father said:

If you try to do justice to the wicked, you will forget to do justice to the virtuous. And if you forget to do justice to the virtuous, you only work for yourself. That is the biggest sin of all.

Updates:

The winners of the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose will be announced on NOVEMBER 16.

Soon I will launch several initiatives to help our literary community strive more.

Do not forget to read, like, and submit to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA community is growing: beautiful poems and fantastic interactions.

Please follow me on Twitter HERE.

You can find my book in the link below.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

A new poem & Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose by Gabriela Marie Milton featured in San Francisco Book Review

Richard Westall, “The Artist’s Wife, As Sappho”- Public Domain


Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

pearls braid themselves onto my dress
yesterday’s departure sign
I shed sweet tears on the tip of the old oak
oh, cross, you burn the skin he so much loved
rosy moons turn water into wine
she came again tonight
the nightingale who sings of Sappho’s suicide

Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose by Gabriela Marie Milton is a touching poetry collection centering on love, philosophy, and heartbreak. Packed with rich imagery and figurative language, Milton’s poems color the pages with beauty, inspiration, and sincerity…

Reviewed By: Theresa Kadair

Read the entire review below:

https://sanfranciscobookreview.com/product/woman-splendor-and-sorrow-love-poems-and-poetic-prose/

You can get Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose on Amazon HERE.

Updates

  1. Thank you again to those who enter the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow. I hope to announce the winners at the end of October.
  2. Help our literary community strive. Do not forget to read, like, and submit to MasticadoresUSA.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

Tango – Twitter poem by Gabriela Marie Milton #poetry #poetry collection

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Twitter poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

You can get my poetry collection Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose on Amazon HERE.

Updates:

  1. Thank you again to those who enter the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose. The winners will be announced soon!
  2. Please help our literary community strive. Do not forget to read, like, and submit to MasticadoresUSA.
  3. Follow me on Twitter @shortprose1

@Gabriela Marie Milton