Being an optimist after you've got everything you want doesn't count.
                               - Kin Hubbard

Painting with Sunshine**
Awhile ago, I was asked
by my closest friend,
To write about happiness.
To no avail,
I wriggled thru the akward;
Painstakeing strokes; i
Summoned imagination
Thru the inspiration of hope...
But now, omw to see Shine...
I could sing divine.
My heart is sublime.
Happiness;
Tonight;
For Once is mine.
Upon a time.

incisors
cutting
ripping
down to marrow

filled with the sun
and singing to the moon

a creature
of dark and light

In cosmos, our kin
Have the rainbow on their skin.
They live free from sin.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Listen between the notes

Read between the lines

Taste beyond the tongue

See beyond the guise

Floating on a surface, solid waters echo as my feet fall into the soul of the universe.

Crimson bloodshot eyes are rising in the sky, tired aching bones shake and question why.

Lay your head down amongst the grass that grows in the valley of the broken.

Stay rooted in the soil on the ground that holds the ashes of your kin.

We are not soldiers
But for every heart
That breaks yonder
Tears falling
Feeling loss
There are my brothers

For every mother
Aching with the pain
Of deprivation
Of sorrow for child’s loss
For anguish in imagined failure
To care for her kin
There is my sister

For every ounce of sand
Seedling buried in the earth
There is my mother

And for every shame birthed
That I took pleasure to learn from
In my labors and my leisure
There is my father

For everything
That is part of one
Whilst separate part of none
Riddles and riff raff
There am I
Related to everyone and everything
That grows green
Walks, crawls, slithers, or swims
Rots, falls, and withers
Therein all glory lye my kin