Lines Of Desire

The sky above you discloses a handful of stars and shadows. As you draw the lines of a new day screams gather in your throat. Unuttered. Yet desire is fear’s thaw so you walk over the threshold and draw lines of desire, a new path where you paint a sunshine of hope for freedom, a…

That Evening (English + Catalan versions)

ENGLISH: That evening I sat on a stone bench gazing at the evening sun over the peaceful ocean. Birds flew across the sky sun reflected on the water. I sensed everything. Closed my eyes felt the breeze filling my soul. Gazed at the sun again and hoped one day it would dry my open wounds.…

Silence Of Violence

silence of violence impregnates chambers of hearts shattered looking glass   © May 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

That Burden On My Back

I sense a permanent ache Where I would have let My Isis wings grow, Where every one of us Should be given this gift. Yet only angels got wings Or those birds passing by. You’re born without but Have some freedom If you belong to the luckiest In this beautiful but suffering Earth. And one…

Your Soft Wind At Last

your soft wind at last removes the lonely sorrows of forgotten past   © May 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

I Tasted Spring Again

You can read my poem “I tasted spring” if you click here.   © May 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

We Bathe In Rivers

we bathe in rivers whose waters never the same teach us life lessons   (inspired by Heraclitus’ philosophy)   © May 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés  

The Autumns Of Our Lives

The autumns of our lives Unfold in harsh winters Still nature turns the page In the book of seasons That trembles now and then With echoes of climate change. A new spring reminds us There’s hope to carry on. Past glories and stories Can never be erased. Once the seeds are planted Smiles begin to…

How Much Do Clouds Weigh

how much do clouds weigh when they carry heavy chains oppressing our hearts   © May 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

Power Abuse

Power abuse The core of misery, Eternal damnation For humankind. You and I, And many more, Will spend our lives Out of the eggshells Trying to save ourselves From those in the dark. We’ll swim like swans Across the lake, But we’ll have to face What dwells Underneath.   © May 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés…