"martinos" poems
Fire the candle
Crack the day
Light of life
Lift and sway
Up step up steep
Up there lit
Up to where
Archangels sit
Make ready song
Septets and airs
A vital throng
To catch our cares
Make ready step
Make ready light
Make peace within
Give love with might
Call an angel
One then two,
Call to bring
The world anew
Fire the candle
Crack the day
Bring love alive
Make love the way
Martinos © 2017
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
the first line of a poem is a window,
to let the light in
across the sill
through each imperfect pane
swirls in the glass
amend perception
to look in
alters the view
the next line of a poem enters further
into a room, many rooms
where light falls diffuse;
to pass down a corridor and touch patchwork, or
thread edges of fabrics
of lived in textures
and in so touching
alters the view
the third line of a poem makes a home
for the heart
to take up residence,
to visit where spaces and shapes partly familiar,
alive at the peripheral,
perpetually shift
and most importantly,
alter the view.
Martinos © 2016
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
for Daniel
the country singer has gone to the city
packed all his chords and a harp
how the voice of love sings
in New York
his part in the harmony
stepping between tramways
along avenues
he finds a new stanza
picked like a flower, put
to the lips of new promise
and her meeting with
soft-eyed recitals in cafes and bars
the tenderness
singing
awakening each heart
Martinos © 2016
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
Had I been kinder
She thought of her love
Long passed
In the fading light of
Our last circadian rhythm
An epitaph might ask
Had we all
Martinos @ 2018
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
she said
of his passing
'You know
nothing is seen to change
and yet,
everything does’
Later at the window
She spoke with the wind
Sharing her invisible
Sweetly to the end
Martinos @ 2018
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
when the child comes to you as the voice of disquiet
will you sit with him? will you hold his heart in yours?
will you say to him – you are loved and i will hear you?
and will you tell him that he can come again
as often he needs – until a time when he does not?
will you show him love and kindness, and have him know
emerging from that new quietness
you are sure to find the solace and the guidance
you both seek?
martinos © 2017
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
Your thoughts are your prison
Or your prairie
Your body is a signature
Of the decisions you make
Your family
Is humanity
The expanding universe
Is a metaphor for your consciousness
Breath and space in your heart and mind
Becomes an infinite resource
Martinos @ 2017
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
I put my author
On the bridge,
(There's going over and
There's crossing),
He will say that
I'm looking for starlight
Or direction,
Of a place to find
The voice between worlds
In the event of success
He imagines Einstein,
To live longer in the question
He foresees Ghandi, wishing
To converse upon ruthless compassion,
He will seek the mother also,
Her cradle and her rock,
To speak of that which has gone unsaid
(As a special favour)
All this and
To fix at the intersection
The elements of a story:
Beginning, middle and end.
He will return with insight
With composure and understanding
To write the mind upon the bridge
Under which, life flows.
Martinos @ 2016
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
Our words were mesmerised, unable at
each attempt to describe the end of day
the sun took its story - the spectacle of hues and ribbons between gold fire and greyblack crimsons - beyond Wolumbin - reclining grandmother - crag head facing skyward - omniscient - pausing inbreath grandeur
Taking our gaze, the cloud hummers went westerly - tribal souls migrating in unison -
their mentor and guide a following breeze
and curiously the stars appeared above them
as if flying in formation against the trend
missiles or satellites - not afraid - in awe - we saluted the spectacle - swaying in silence and wonder
Martinos @ 2018
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
You have outstretched arms
You are on the beach
You are receiving the towel
That will wipe the sting of salt and glare away
You are relieved in the moment this occurs
And look back to the waves that have just released you
Later that day after bathing
You recall the moment
Your skin
Your nature
And what has washed away
Martinos @ 2018
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
I climbed down through coastal scrub
Sandstone nub and turkey scratch,
Purposefully counted into the hundreds
And then became distracted for caution
And for possible misstep. On safe arrival
The foreshore held its mysteries
Within the wash and cliff and ancient sands
I did not inquire or pause to study, yet committed and turned again to climb knowing afore each rise I would descend
Martinos @ 2018
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
In the homecoming
joy
in the barring
regret
of letting go
freedom
of craving
imprisonment
at the welcome
belonging
at the termination
abandonment
with waking up
insight
with shutting out
ignorance
in kindness
compassion
in aggression
self harm
upon reflection
knowledge
upon dogmatism
blindness
with helpfulness
endless option
with ill-will
limitation
and
remarkably
within each experience
the possibility
of discovery
Martinos © 2017
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
for J
she has a heart of light
she will touch you
with her radiance
when you see this
you will realise
your own illumination
who is she?
Martinos @ 2017
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
'First fire'
She wrote
At winter's edge
Setting pine cones
Twigs and kindling alight
Yet I would tell her
Ours is the first fire
First and foremost
Alive, bright and
Inexstinguishable
Martinos @ 2017
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
Rarely as I recall, in truth,
Did she speak expansively of herself
Or tell us stories of her young adventure
She reserved the detail and the admiration for others,
others who were remote to me, in interest and in caring,
I never knew, and always assumed she thought them more compelling or entertaining or greater than herself
And now I wish I’d asked her
And told her that this was for me
Furthest from the truth
Martinos @ 2018
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
In the morning
You say good morning
And the heart
Lights up!
Go figure:
A light heart
To lighten the day
And the strongest beacon
To find the way home
Martinos @ 2017
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
I am real
You feel this
Hold me
If only for a moment
To set me free
I will return
You will and do forget me
Until the moment
When I'm all you need
Like love
I am that viscera
Essential and unseen
Martinos @ 2017
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
in the sea
of night
each star
a flood
of light
and the
milky way
a riptide
of delight
Martinos @ 2018
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
In our house
Is living a house
for life - a home
fixed entity with
space under roof
and shelter for love, with
the life that arrives
each day we say
I'm so glad, so glad to
be home
Martinos @ 2017
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
If I am an eagle
Then I have landed
If I am an only
Then you are an also
And together
We're one
On the shape of that
We're set for takeoff
Martinos @ 2017
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC