Cobalt Violet

Cobalt Violet

With white flowers of Hibiscus tiliaceus purau blooming in the morning, yet,
With colors varying during the day until they fall from the tree at night,
Those colors changing to yellow, pink, fuchsia, purple and finally violet.
With blue, violet or brown mountains, depending on the light.

With endless lagoon having an incomparable luminosity and hues varying
From jade green to turquoise tinged with violet, subjugating our eyes,
With a very long string of islets, in the middle of the ocean lying
And reef shores with red anemones, violet sea urchins and giant shells.

At noonday, with the lagoon flames of cobalt, Viridian and agate searing the sight.
With a glare of white light along the sands muting to an amethystine glimmer,
And the cobalt changing to Murex, the Viridian to green-purple in the night.
Keeping so vivid in the moonlight the hyacinthine hues of the peaks across the river.

With mauve coral reefs and rose, violet pearls, as the mystical realms
Tahiti comes itself in the pearly light of a sunrise dawn for purifying
With villages glowing against shadows of violet within the forest of palms,
Shuddering for the gladness of the wind, through the water singing.

Hibiscus syriacus flower, cobalt violet Fischer and amethyst are certainly violet
But a unique cobalt violet used Gauguin to paint Tahiti along with emerald green
He watched the pure color with his professional eye, at dawn with ultra violet
And his paintings are not only famous but more beautiful that I have ever seen.

Copyright © Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved

[show_avatar email=161 user_link=authorpage avatar_size=100]

Copyright © Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas is on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/marieta.maglas

Photo Credit:

Disclaimer: The image used herein is taken from the Internet. Due  appreciation  and credit is acknowledged for the same.

The image used herein is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license.

Page URL: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AStarr_020803-0107_Hibiscus_tiliaceus.jpg

File URL: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cc/Starr_020803-0107_Hibiscus_tiliaceus.jpg

Attribution: Forest & Kim Starr [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

HTML/BBCode: <a title=”Forest & Kim Starr [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons” href=”http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AStarr_020803-0107_Hibiscus_tiliaceus.jpg”><img width=”512″ alt=”Starr 020803-0107 Hibiscus tiliaceus” src=”//upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/cc/Starr_020803-0107_Hibiscus_tiliaceus.jpg/512px-Starr_020803-0107_Hibiscus_tiliaceus.jpg”/></a>

https://i0.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/800px-Starr_020803-0107_Hibiscus_tiliaceus.jpg?resize=150%2C150

The Non-Existent Truth

The defined and the undefined truth,
Endowed with knowledge or without knowledge,
Sometimes real or unreal,
Certainly including being and non-being,
Accepting that being is true,
Accepting the non-existence of being,
When the absence of existence means the negation of being,
Accepting that truth did not exist,
And it would have been true that it did not exist, at the same time,
Understanding that truth is eternal,
Imagining the idea of a non-existing world,
Before its own existence,
Accepting the universal and the immortal truth,
So interchangeable with the existence,
While the universal never ceases of itself,
Recognizing the truth always existing in an eternal intellect,
While the created truth is not existing,
Understanding the created truth as not existing,
Remaining truth, when the true things have been destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when all true things can be destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when our minds cannot see the truth itself,
Truth being, in a sense, always as a consequence of its act,
Truth not being in the sense, because
The sense does not know the truth it truly judges,
Even it judges truly about things and about
The existent and the non-existent truth…

Copyright © Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.

[show_avatar email=161 user_link=authorpage avatar_size=100]

Copyright © Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas is on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/marieta.maglas

Disclaimer: The image used herein is taken from the Internet. Due  appreciation  and credit is acknowledged for the same.

An Impossible Math

An Impossible Math

In this trigonometric design, you’re my arcsine

having an idiosyncratic angle of view, stealthily

pinpointed in that perfect unit circle

of sewed feelings. You force yourself to arrange triangularly

my sparkly vision arcs, and to trigger

my dream’s diameter,

but you must know that love

has always the same ratio pi. Like a pirate ‘s treasure, your

math of feelings is almost incompatible with

our reality, which keeps hope alive

in the philosophical number 2,

which is not a number, but a fundamental notion of a pair.

In despair, you make this number be a common shape

of love in self-having geometrical properties. ‘Tis a new

little hoop of ideas tangling in this triangle, when you search

for the Divine.

Our parallel lines of life are two tangents to this unit

circle that sends some secant vibrations. The idea of never

meeting is, however, infinite in nature. This secants

cannot scan this imperfect,

around world of feelings for two,

nor can this world keep my dream

alive. Your thinking becomes a mystery.

You are my mysterious lover

looking like an unknown number in self, and being a part of any

equation.

This way, you become mister Y.

You’re mister Y from

‘concupiscently’,

once from ‘conjugally’,

now from ‘concubinary’,

but you cannot be mister C from

‘careful’,

from ‘conscientious’,

and from ‘credible’.

Our love is getting old in these concentric circles,

We try to extrapolate it to

infinity. You may be my semi-infinity, but…..

Poem by Marieta Maglas

[show_avatar email=161 user_link=authorpage avatar_size=100]

Copyright © Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas is on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/marieta.maglas

Disclaimer: The image used herein is taken from the Internet. Due  appreciation  and credit is acknowledged for the same.

https://i0.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/circles-and-triangles.jpg?resize=150%2C150

A Spring without Flowers

A Spring without Flowers

If you were a spring without flowers,snowdrops 4
probably then all my trees
would be lethargic.
If you were a wind coiling without leaves,
possibly all my trees would be already fallen,
and if you were a sky without its sun,
certainly no other tree could
germinate to grow from seed.
And I would not be able to exist any longer,
for I am the forest.
But in the snowy winter that would follow,
and in the churches with empty bells,
not ringing in the frost,
God would be still existent.palm-flowers-closeup-16490618But you were my springing spring,
my whispering leafing wind
and my sunny sky.
And, in the winter,
in your absence,
I did not cease to love you while
craving for the melted snow,
craving for the blossomed trees,
craving for the ringing bells…

Poem by Marieta Maglas

(Snowdrops, lily of the valley and palm flowers images)

Poem by Marieta Maglas

[show_avatar email=161 user_link=authorpage avatar_size=100]

Copyright © Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas is on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/marieta.maglas

Disclaimer: The images used herein are taken from the Internet. Due  appreciation  and credit is acknowledged for the same.

https://i2.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/palm-flowers-closeup-16490618.jpg?resize=150%2C150https://i0.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/lily-of-the-valey-7.jpg?resize=150%2C150https://i1.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/snowdrops-4.jpg?resize=150%2C150

Lost in Blue (Triple Boketto Poetry)

Lost in Blue (Triple Boketto Poetry)

Victims have no place to stay;
Refugees are turned away,
When the night goes down to day.
Nobody asks why.
Life is going by.

Kids need food to stay alive,
And make effort to survive
Lost in blue.

How hard is it to live there?
All their diseases are rare.
In this world wave of prayer,
Where the snakes lie,
Life is going by.

Sands fall through the hour glass.
The hope withers like the grass,
Lost in blue.

Behind the concealed mind walls,
Near the sky and the wet falls,
The life dances , the death calls
To upturn the eye.
Life is going by.

The chaos can’t rise above,
When the people search for love,
Lost in blue.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

[show_avatar email=161 user_link=authorpage avatar_size=100]

Copyright © Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas is on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/marieta.maglas

Disclaimer: The image used herein is taken from the Internet. Due  appreciation  and credit is acknowledged.

https://i0.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/noimg_58_80_80.jpg?resize=80%2C80https://i1.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/noimg_78_80_80.jpg?resize=80%2C80https://i1.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/293818651_80_80.jpg?resize=80%2C80https://i0.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Triple-Boketto-Poem.jpg?resize=150%2C150https://i0.wp.com/www.poetrybits.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/bird-of-peace-1.jpg?resize=150%2C150

Pin It on Pinterest

%d bloggers like this: