Operational Absence

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Designed by Mary Matshine aka Marija Mrvošević.


Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

I am back… It’s not like I went far, just to the hospital. But, more on that later.

Here’s a poem as a little tease for what is to come. That being an entire NEW Corpus titled (probably) The Peninsula of Healers. The poems are awaiting translation. By moi. So… it will take a while. 😅

Also, you guys are the first ones ever (well, except my mother) to see a part of the cover page for that new corpus I’ve mentioned.
If you like Groups of Poems in general, here are some other options: Wings, Oblivion.


Had a pokey day.
They stabbed my gut,
Released the pain,
No vein left untouched.
All is well now,
Without the blind part.
This ─ a matted spark,
A stingy start.


Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading.

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

The Big Rapture

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Wonderful work from an old Friend and colleague. This one is from the album, the collection called “The Epiphany”.


 

A slow beginning; Spark the imagination
Am I just dreaming? Is this truly our salvation?

We’re flying faster
With every 
swift 
        move
Going into the Cosmos castle
Through atmosphere removed

Countless stars are shining
Pouring their essence on me
We are taking in everything
Waiting for the Heavenly

All the 
water 
        running
Through my eyes
You’re begging
These are not lies

Thanking you, breathless
So ready for that moment
I’m overjoyed and restless
Feeling it
             I’m open
So it comes surging in
The feeling 
of the whole
Universe 

exploding

Through me

Photo OBsession…s

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Hi Every-one-who-looks-at-these,

A sneak peek at some photos a Friend and colleague took of me. Such art, much professional!

I felt like I would need them for this blog; my Portfolio (these are links; just an FYI) as well, and other business stuff I don’t know about. 😅

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading/watching/painting/general-art stuff 👮📚🌭‍!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


 

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Thank you, Nata Li!

 

Continued Survival

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

Here is a fresh poem, written yesterday. It is inspired by a story that a colleague of mine wrote. Have fun figuring it out! 😉

I would like to hear your thoughts on it. What do you think it’s about?

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Architect of the Universe by DGrayFox.


Searching. Debris flying about.
The meaning is not
Inside.
Can you feel them?

Sparks trail their ends, mist sprouts the thoughts, eyes
Black holes.
It's not the matter — it is Them.

Waiting. As if we are the ones
To pull the plug.
On/Off
Universe abound

Vermilion stars glaring
At us.
We are alive?

Never mind.

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Fury

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In a dim hour of Dusk

the stroke of furies broke afar.

Once chained by the strength of winds,

with intense yearning Steed restrained,

this instant was the victim of the dark.

 

Led by a blind faith,

greed of a flame and pride,

shameless; wishing for the brake of Dawn —

he was summoned by a false sky

into Twilight:

Where smoking wraiths sway,

where the lightning of sin strikes aloud,

where temperance is gone and wisdom fades,

where the hope even in dreams cannot be found.

There came the horned emperor,

on the wings of evil beings.

 

The regime of Underheaven keeps world’s lies

poisoning the soul of the Earth child.

Strews turmoil, pain, fear and war…

Until Death takes home

tormented core of the mankind.

 

But the Death is not there, in the fright horizon —

she seeks serenity, peace and Eden.

Yearns for pure mind and a Beginning in the End.

She — the queen with no judgment, the sister of Life,

this night was deterred by thunder.

Electric needles falling on the entrance;

she can’t get near the breaking being,

so calls for help the eternal kin:

“Father — transcendent peace, Endless Love!

Dear brother — short-lived idyll tortured by darkness,

enlightened by mind!

Seize the unseenable dusk,

obliterate dark and darnel!

Let us offer serenity and paradise!”

The answer fell carried by winds of silence;

two speak as one:

“The trial stays with he who pursues

our scopes before time.”

 

Verdict echoes with truth. The battle lasts now.

 

Shimmering seeker of the Universe

strikes the bottom with hooves.

 

With a force of furious despair,

maelstrom of sharp crest,

with weapons of dreams,

colors of fugacious spring —

the massive Steed shields.

 

Whirlpool of evil — masked with mirrors.

 

With rage of fury,

bursting jolt,

burning current,

with loathing terror-woven —

hails the ghastly collapse.

 

Over the meadow of the Mythical Steed,

a Star has now ceased…

 

…in the midst of Heavens It beholds:

Where smoking wraiths sway,

where the lightning of sin strikes aloud,

where temperance is gone and wisdom fades,

where the hope even in dreams cannot be found…