Velvet Thunder tentative book cover
Maryline has been writing poems over the years. She believes that poetry is an art to not lose; writing words together and creating stanzas feels close to performing a dance that each reader can interpret differently, similarly to admiring paintings.
The pandemic has been a time of self-introspection and allowed her to dig deep into her soul.
Grief is a companion
🍃 Grief is a companion On days like that, I wonderhow the last breath feels—inside— In this big orchestra, some…
Histoire d’Amour
🍃 Histoire d’Amour Mother Earth knowsunfeasiblelove storiesby heart So i sat by the riverand i listened . . . Drawn…
Insipid
Insipid There’s a taste in her mouthlingering around;It could be a cloudnever full enoughto cry some rain I imagine that…
Senses’ Dance
We are multitudes If only we had eyes to see beyond the surface of an ocean too wide…
Just because …
It’s not your death anniversary nor your birth day in Heaven. I share your Presence when I miss It the…
Salt … Pepper … Blond(e)…
Jesus is laughing in his little corner of Paradisewhen He hears voices of men and womenfighting overthe complexion of his…
Red Lipstick
I turn my head for just a glimpse of her and her lipstick I wonder who will lose his gaze…
Until that day
Until that day . . . when . . . the World stopped to touch, to hug, to kiss I…
Lost Bridges
Somewhere there must be bridges away from walls that weigh us down; minds cluttered in silenced chats hinder our breaths…
Fragile Existence
Hold your breath God is nearby— a tower in the Sky with no rooftops to reach He made you for…
Denude a Rose One Petal at a Time
Once in summer’s end a rose garden held just one rose: a bud, afraid to bloom In her anguish to be seen, petals froze— afraid…