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Midnight Musings


On a moonlit night, I stood by the balcony of what seemed like the bitter end of the world. A baggage of misfortune and mistake rest beside me and there is a lump on my throat that I can’t breathe. Tears gathered in the rim of my eyes as my past replayed a deafening mock and there’s no one— there’s not a soul to hold these shaking hands. So I looked up to find the star-speckled sky, those thousands and millions of shimmering lights. I looked up and finally realize that the night was made to make the stars shine bright.

At the darkest ends
Stars guide my wandering soul
Off to a new start

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: New Beginnings and  and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Heeding Haiku: New Beginnnings.

Tending the bar for Poet’s Pub today is Mish with a treat for us all- eight visual inspiration from various artists! I chose the artwork by  Michaela Sagatova – “New Beginnings At The Ends Of The Earth” because I simply love the night and everything beyond the night sky. ❤

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Whispered Yearning


Whispered Yearning
Ronsardian Ode

A life shattered into million pieces
And broken shards
Fearful doubt ascends as faith decreases—
Collapsing guard
Over spilled tears she yearns to start anew
Rebuild a life, a future into view
Leave her holdfast
Escape at last
Transcend life’s struggles and breakthrough.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photography by Oleg Oprisco

In response to dVerse’s Quadrille – 11: Spill and The Daily Post prompt: Rebuild


The Neighborhood

© pixabay

The sun rose beautifully in the southern skies. Surprisingly, this town turned out to be a gorgeous and quite place. The sound of rustling leaves played a lovely symphony to her ears and the flickering sunlight brought warmth to her skin. With eyes closed, she breathed the cool, crisp air.

“Are you new here, child?” a voice called as she walked down the empty street.

Gigi turned to see a silver-haired grandma with an unmistakable beauty despite her age. She motioned to her, smiling, but stopped at the sight of her house.

Astounding doesn’t quite describe it.

No. Grandma’s abode was a little place of heaven on earth. Its brick wall was festooned with the splendor of autumn leaves in burgundy red and vivid tangerines. Its door painted with fresh cyan was a charming contrast to the vibrant façade, too.

“Goodness! Your house is beyond splendid, ma’am!” She exclaimed in awe.

Grandma gave a wide smile, her eyes glistened in delight. “Thank you! Credits go to my husband, dear. Welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Lora.”

Word Count: 175

Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. Thank you PJ for another fun prompt. ❤❤❤

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D is for Dadirri


GIF source: Wordstuck

 Dadirri means inner, deep listening and quiet, still awareness. It is a ‘tuning in’ experience with the specific aim to come to a deeper understanding of the beauty of nature. Dadirri recognizes the inner spirit that calls us to reflection and contemplation of the wonders of all God’s creation. Within a deep silence we attempt to find the inner self, the perfect peace and the experience of God embracing us.


Beneath the sycamore tree, I rest
Amid the leaves of vivid browns, my nest
Listening to the buzzing bees
Unshackling the day’s worries and quests

The blue bird sings with the summer breeze
My heart and soul was put at ease
Calm and serene as the cerulean sky
Marveling the symphony of the trees

I stretched my hands way up high
Watched the herons glide and fly
Breathed the cool and crisp morning air
Ignored the seconds passing by

Like idle rabbits and untamed hares
I lay, in peace, my troubles and prayers
Letting go of my doubts and nightmares
A new beginning, the day declares

Poetry Form: A Quatrain in chain rhyme (aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd).


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