The Thread of Intimate Resistance

Ominous winds sweep the earth Brazen. Flames get higher and almost Burn you. Breathing fresh air while rowing, Your journey Goes on. The piercing ground lies at your feet, The sheltering sky is also pierced And more distant Than ever. Take your needle Start to sow Recompose the broken pieces Of life’s puzzle. This thread…

Shared a Nut

Shared a nutWith you butMe a slut?Door is shut! Spill good willGive me a thrillAnd I willOr stay still That won’t sellTreat me wellOr I tellYou farewell Won’t be blueShall I sue?I’m #MeTooWho are you? © March 2019 Marta Pombo Sallés

Time And Human Cruelty

Time cannot be changed or escaped. Time is a thief, a friend to no one and every day is a gift… continue reading original post   © August 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

In The Shallow Night

in the shallow night hollow sounds disrupt the silence words unspoken throb in my throat your teardrops slip through my skin penetrate my soul run through my veins with the beauty of words never heard before suddenly no more air to breathe moonbathing in menopausic heat my male muse whispers me something: a bittersweet taste…

Fountain On Life’s Road (English + Catalan versions)

ENGLISH: We all hit a road, some perhaps the less traveled as Robert Frost says when he compares life choices: What would have happened if, or what is now to come. Which one we hit is always hard, rocky, sandy, climbing in overwhelming heat or in freezing coldness. Yet we keep walking, falling down but…

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.…

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