Two Poems by Marieta Maglas

Memories

Our love mixes with seaweed,
a sweet memory,
sprinkled with salt. It grows
between the breeze
and the hurricane,
the fruit of an inner struggle.
The green waves crash
in a murmur that
cools the warm and
ancient sand; limits; perception.
New tides of change
cast our minds back;
the courage to exist.
In the space between
ancientness and nowness,
our perfect love is eternal,
a song for a dance,
an invisible one, and
a wave-like movement
on the shores of our hearts.
We can feel our holy angels,
wounded wings,
echoes of a distant cry.
In every salty breath, a prayer
and a promise.
Between freedom and serfdom,
we fathom our dodecahedral geodesic,
spiritual sphere out.
The reality is circumjacent;
contiguous eyesight.
The voice of God becomes an echo
to inhabit the twilight world.


Echoing Shells

Bleeding shadows seemingly run away;
disappear into the blazing sand.
Wet rays hit the skin;
change the meaning
of the colors.
A new song cannot be heard;
It is not born yet.
Waves covering dead shells,
lost steps, and destroyed castles
echo with the inner silence.
Battleships are eaten imperceptibly
by the horizon.
The gales remain to scream
in the blue while bringing
ghosts to the shore.
‘Tis a new time in the old one~
always different.
Nature seems to be the same;
suffering brings peace
in an invisible way~
in this need for love.




Marieta Maglas has been published in The MockingOwl Roost, Lothlorien Journal, Verse-Virtual, Silver Birch Press, Sybaritic Press, Kingfisher Poetry, Oddville PressProlific Press, Dashboard Horus, Coin-Operated Press, Mayari Literature, Synchronized Chaos, Al-Khemia Poetica, PentaCat Press, The Queer Gaze, Phoenix Z Publishing, All Your Poems Magazine, Journal of the Akita International Haiku, and others. Her poems have also appeared in anthologies such as Near Kin: A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler, Nancy Drew Anthology, The Cardinal Anthology Vol. 3, Ain’t no Deadbeats Around Here, and Startled by MUSIC 2023.

April is National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month. Started by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, this observance has not quite turned 30, yet has become an established tradition in the American poetry zeitgeist. For our part here at Sparks of Calliope, we will mark the occasion by taking another short hiatus. While I pride myself on being a man of many hats, I am absolutely swamped and a little beaten down by the present nature of public discourse. I am not giving up the mission of elevating observations of beauty and our common humanity, so we will once again return to our regular publication schedule after a brief hiatus. This means there will be no new poetry on:

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April 26, 2025

April 29, 2025

Please take this opportunity to peruse past contributions to Sparks of Calliope. Present submissions will be read in the order they were received. Stay healthy, stay positive, and try not to contribute to the needless anxiety-inducing hyperbolic negativity that informs the world my children are set to inherit as they come of age.